Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 18, 2025
"When you please, sir," replied the young man, sternly. "And I will answer for the propriety of the course I have pursued," said Sir Ralph; "but here comes Nicholas with Mother Demdike." "Demdike taken! I am glad of it," cried Mother Chattox, slightly raising herself as she spoke. "Kill her, or she will 'scape you."
"How's this?" exclaimed Mother Chattox, placing her hand on the beating heart of the girl. "What of Richard Assheton?" repeated Alizon. "You love him, I feel you do, wench," cried the old crone with fierce exultation. "Release me, wicked woman," cried Alizon. "Wicked, am I? ha! ha!" rejoined Mother Chattox, chuckling maliciously, "because, forsooth, I read thy heart, and betray its secrets.
And yet she lives at Rough Lee, in the very heart of a witch district, for such Master Nicholas Assheton calls this Pendle Forest. I shouldn't wonder if she has dealings with the old hags she defends Mother Demdike and Mother Chattox. Chattox! Lord bless us, what a name! There's caldron and broomstick in the very sound! And Demdike is little better. Both seem of diabolical invention.
There is much mystery in the matter, not permitted human knowledge entirely to penetrate; but, as we know from the Scriptures that the sin of witchcraft did exist, and as we have no evidence that it has ceased, so it is fair to conclude, that there may be practisers of the dark offence in our own days, and such I hold to be Mother Demdike and Mother Chattox.
Yo mun knoa, that somehow ey wor unlucky enough last Yule to offend Mother Chattox, an ever sin then aw's gone wrang wi' me. Th' good-wife con never may butter come without stickin' a redhot poker into t' churn; and last week, when our brindlt sow farrowed, and had fifteen to t' litter, an' fine uns os ever yo seed, seign on um deed. Sad wark! sad wark, mesters.
The temptress, with the subtlety of the old serpent, is pouring lies into her ear, telling her they both are captives, and both will perish unless she consents to purchase their deliverance at the price of her soul, and she offers her a bond to sign such a bond as, alas! thou and I, Chattox, have signed.
"You will scarce succeed, if you tarry here longer," said Fancy. "Away!" "Ay, come away!" shrieked the hag, seizing Alizon's arm. "Where are you about to take her?" asked Mistress Nutter. "To my hut," replied Mother Chattox. "No, no she shall not go there," returned the lady. "And wherefore not?" screamed the hag. "She is mine now, and I say she shall go."
The next day poor Mary was taken ill, and her father, in despair, applied to old Chattox, who promised him help, and did her best, I make no doubt for she would have willingly thwarted her rival, and robbed her of her prey; but the latter was too strong for her, and the hapless victim got daily worse and worse.
And not only shall she be sent thither, but all her partners in guilt Mother Demdike and her accursed brood, the Devices; old Chattox and her grand-daughter, Nance Redferne: not one shall escape." "You do not include Alizon Device in your list?" cried Richard. "I include all I will spare none," rejoined Nowell, sternly. "Then I will move no further with you," said Richard.
Upon this Sir Thomas became exceedingly wroth and insolent, and proceeded to such lengths that I resolved to chastise him, and in so doing performed a feat which will tend greatly to exalt Richard's character for courage and strength." "Let us hear it, my doughty champion," cried Mother Chattox.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking