Joseph Taylor—She appeared to be very melancholy.
Cowper—What part of her dress did you find fault with?
Joseph Taylor—It was her head cloaths.
Cowper—What was the matter with them?
Joseph Taylor—I thought her head was dawbed with some kind of grease or charcoal.
Cowper—What answer did she make?
Joseph Taylor—She said, they would serve her time.
Cowper—As to this piece of evidence, if your lordship pleases, I desire it may be particularly taken notice of; it was her head-dress that she said would serve her time.
Pray, Mr. Taylor, was you at Mr. Barefoot's when I came there on Monday morning?
Joseph Taylor—Yes; I went up stairs with you into your chamber.