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These two moles on your cheek, added she,
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Do they denote husbands or children? cried Sally, starting up, and letting fall the song of the Children in the Wood.
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Husbands, muttered Rachel.
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Alas! poor Jacob! said Sally, mournfully,
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Mum for that, quoth the fortune teller,
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I will say no more. Sally was impatient, but the more curiosity she discovered, the more mystery Rachel affected. At last, she said,
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If you will cross my hand with a piece of silver, I will tell your fortune. By the power of my art I can do this three ways; first by cards, next by the lines on your hand, or by turning a cup of tea grounds; which will you have?
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O, all! all! cried Sally, looking up with reverence to this sun-burnt oracle of wisdom, who was possessed of no less than three different ways of diving into the secrets of futurity. Alas! persons of better sense than Sally have been so taken in; the more is the pity. The poor girl said she would run up stairs to her little box where she kept her money tied up in a bit of an old glove, and would bring down a bright queen Anne's sixpence very crooked.
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I am sure, added she,
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No, indeed, cried Sally, all in a fright,
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That is the very thing I was going to say, muttered Rachel;
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I meant eyes, though I said hair, for I know his hair is as brown as a chestnut, and his eyes as black as a sloe.
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So they are, sure enough, cried Sally;
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forgetting that she herself had just told her so. And it is thus that these hags pick out of the credulous all which they afterwards pretend to reveal to them.
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O, I know a pretty deal more than that, said Rachel,
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Why, so, cried Sally, with great quickness.
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Because, answered Rachel,
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No, indeed, but I can't, said Sally;
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I have promised Jacob, and Jacob I will marry.
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You can not, child, returned Rachel in a solemn tone;
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Nay, indeed, said Sally, sighing deeply,
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This is a common cant with poor deluded girls, who are not aware that they themselves make their fate by their folly, and then complain there is no resisting it.
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What can I do? said Sally.
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I will tell you that, too, said Rachel.
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You must take a walk next Sunday afternoon to the church-yard, and the first man you meet in a blue coat, with a large posey of pinks and southern-wood in his bosom, sitting on the church-yard wall, about seven o'clock, he will be the man.
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Provided, said Sally, much disturbed,
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It to be sure, said Rachel,
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But if I should mistake, said Sally,
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To prevent that, replied Rachel,
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O, I do not value money, said Sally, with tears in her eyes,