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"I will do all I can," replied the voice; "but Mother Demdike is cunning and powerful, and high in favour with my lord. You must have mortal aid as well as mine. The officers of justice must be there to seize her at the moment when the victim is snatched from her, or she will baffle all your schemes." "And how shall we accomplish this?" asked Mother Chattox.
The Chattox girls were twins and of about a size with Jed and me. Several of the women got around to help. They were the Sunday dresses of the Chattox twins, and had come in the chest all the way from Arkansas. In her anxiety mother left the baby with Sarah Dunlap, and came as far as the trench with me.
Doth he not ever abandon them when they are no longer useful, and can win him no more proselytes? Miserable servants miserable master! Look at the murtherous Demdike and the malignant Chattox, and examine the means whereby they have prolonged their baleful career. Enormities of all kinds committed, and all their families devoted to the Fiend all wizards or witches! Look at them, I say.
And as Alizon was borne away, Mistress Nutter uttered a cry of anguish. "Do not stay here," said Mother Chattox, raising herself with difficulty. "Go after her; you may yet save your daughter." "But how?" cried Mistress Nutter, distractedly. "I have no power now." As she spoke a dusky form rose up beside her. It was her familiar.
"A black skin and goat-like limbs are to thy taste, I know," replied the familiar, with a laugh. "Let me look upon him before he goes, that I may be sure the likeness is exact," said Mistress Nutter. "Thou hearest, Fancy! Become visible to her," cried the hag. And as she spoke, a figure in all respects resembling Richard stood before them. "What think you of him? Will he do?" said Mother Chattox.
"Run off with the attorney with Master Potts," replied Fancy; "disappeared in the gloom, so that it is impossible Nicholas can follow him ho! ho!" "But my child! where is my child?" cried Mistress Nutter, in agitated impatience. "Come with me, and I will lead you to her," replied Fancy, taking her hand; "and do you keep close to us, mistress," he added to Mother Chattox.
It revealed, also, her weird attendants, as well as the group before her, consisting of the kneeling figure of Alizon, protected by the outstretched arms of her mother, and further defended by Mother Chattox, who planted herself in front of them. Mother Demdike eyed the group for a moment as if she would, annihilate them.
Give me that clay image," he cried, snatching it from the sexton, and trampling it to dust beneath his feet. "Thus I destroy thy impious handiwork, and defeat thy evil intentions." "Ah! think'st thou so, lad," rejoined Mother Chattox. "Thou wilt find thyself mistaken. My curse has already alighted upon thee, and it shall work. Thou lov'st Alizon. I know it. But she shall never be thine.
When questioned, Elizabeth affected great surprise, and denied positively that there was any foundation for the idea that you were other than her child; but, notwithstanding her asseverations, I could see from her confused manner that there was more in the notion than she chose to admit, and I determined to have recourse to other means of arriving at the truth, little expecting my suspicions would be so soon confirmed by Mother Chattox.
You are Dorothy Assheton whey-skinned, blue-eyed Dorothy. Listen to me, Dorothy. I owe your family a grudge, and, if you provoke me, I will pay it off in part on you. Stir not, as you value your life." The poor girl did not dare to move, and Alizon remained as if fascinated by the terrible old woman. "I will tell you what has happened, Dorothy," pursued Mother Chattox.
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