stubborn, unlaid ghost

[W]ere it good / To ſet the exact wealth of al our ſtates / Al at one caſt? to ſet ſo rich a maine / On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre? Is it good / To bet all of our wealth / On one throw of the dice? To place so high a stake / On the risky hazard of one doubtful hour?

Lord Lufton, with his barony and twenty thousand a year, might be accepted as just good enough; but failing him there was an embryo marquis, whose fortune would be more than ten times as great, all ready to accept his child!

But the Canterburians had gone wild with the news. They had rung bells, fired cannon and marched Miss Crandall off to jail, putting her in a cell that had just been vacated by a condemned murderer who had been hanged.