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Updated: June 27, 2025
"If ey thought ye meant it, ey'd beat ye, sirrah. Answer me another question, ye saucy knave. Who will be luckiest, Alizon or me?" This time the cat darted away from her, and made two or three skirmishes round the room, as if gone suddenly mad. "Ey con may nowt o' that," observed Jennet, laughing.
I shall yet be delivered from this infernal bondage." At this moment the notes of a bugle were heard. "Saved! saved!" cried the poor girl, starting. "It is Richard come to my rescue!" "How know'st thou that?" cried Mother Demdike, with a spiteful look. "By an instinct that never deceives," replied Alizon, as the blast was again heard.
Oh! if you would ease the pangs of death for me if you would console my latest moments leave me, and quit this place, before it be too late." "Oh! Richard," she cried distractedly; "you ask more than I can perform. If you are indeed in such imminent danger, I will stay with you will die with you." "No! live for me live save yourself, Alizon," implored the young man.
"No, no, let her stay!" cried Alizon, quickly; "I shall be miserable if she goes." "Oh, ey'm quite ready to go," said Jennet, "fo ey care little fo sich seets os this boh efore ey leave ey wad fain say a few words to Mester Potts, whom ey see yonder." "What can you want with him, Jennet," cried Alizon, in surprise.
Pronounce not those impious words, or you are lost for ever. Come with me, and I will save you." "Sister Alizon," cried Jennet, staring at her in surprise, "what makes you here?" "Do not ask but come," cried Alizon, trying to take her hand.
Alizon had been rendered invisible by the old witch, and was afterwards dragged into the arched recess by her, where, snatching the piece of gold from the young girl's neck, she exclaimed triumphantly "Now I defy thee, Alice Nutter. Thou canst never recover thy child. The offering shall be made to-night, and another year be added to my long term."
The heavy rain, which began to fall as Roger Nowell entered Rough Lee, had now ceased, and the sun shone forth again brilliantly, making the garden look so fresh and beautiful that Richard proposed a stroll within it to Alizon.
They were talking of Alizon, of her peculiar and distressing situation, and of the young man's hopeless love for her.
"Yo dunna seem ower glad to see me, sister Alizon," said Jennet, at length. "Sister Alizon!" There was something in the term that now jarred upon the young girl's ears, but she strove to conquer the feeling, as unworthy of her. "She was once my sister," she thought, "and shall be so still. I will save her, if it be possible."
Meanwhile, the objects of these ruminations had reached the terrace overlooking Pendle Water, and were pacing slowly backwards and forwards along it. "One might be very happy in this sequestered spot, Alizon," observed Richard. "To some persons it might appear dull, but to me, if blessed with you, it would be little short of Paradise." "Alas!
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