‘That is the woman who cut off my stays,’ she said, pointing to the gipsy. At these words Mary Squires rose and came up to the girl, throwing aside her hat and handkerchief as she did so.
‘Me rob you?’ she cried. ‘I hope you will not swear my life away, for I never saw you. Pray, madam, look at this face; if you have once seen it you must remember it, for God Almighty I think never made such another.’
‘I know you very well,’ answered Elizabeth; ‘I know you too well, to my sorrow.’
‘Pray, madam, when do you say I robbed you?’
‘It was on the first day of this New Year,’ replied Elizabeth.
‘The first day of the New Year?’ cried the gipsy. ‘Lord bless me! I was an hundred and twenty miles away from this place then, at Abbotsbury in Dorsetshire, and there are a hundred people I can bring to prove it.’
But no one at that time paid any attention to her words, or thought of allowing her to prove her innocence. Elizabeth, with two girls found in Mother Wells’ house, were examined before Henry Fielding, the novelist, author of ‘Tom Jones,’ then a magistrate of London, who showed, according to his own account, gross unfairness in dealing with the matter, and by him the case was sent for trial at the Old Bailey.
Elizabeth repeated the story she had told from the first, with the result that the gipsy was condemned to be hanged, and Mother Wells to be branded on the hand and to go to prison for six months. Luckily, however, for them, the president of the court that tried them was the Lord Mayor Sir Crispe Gascoigne, a man who had more sense of justice and fair play than many of his fellows. He did not feel sure of the truth of Elizabeth’s tale, and never rested till both the old women were set at liberty.
This made the mob very angry. They were entirely on Elizabeth’s side, and more than once attacked the Lord Mayor’s coach. Other people were just as strong on behalf of the gipsy, and things even went so far that often the members of the same family declined to speak to each other.
