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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Your gran-mother win' ha' enough to do to neet, an so win yo, too, Jem, lettin alone the walk fro here to Malkin Tower." "Weel, gi' me mey supper, an ey'n set out," rejoined Jem. "So ye ha' seen Mistress Nutter?" "Ey found her i' th' Abbey garden," replied Elizabeth, "an we had some tawk together, abowt th' boundary line o' th' Rough Lee estates, and other matters."
Death and destruction! she will fall into their hands. I must go there at once. I cannot take any assistance with me. That would betray the poor lady." "If yo'n trust me, ey'n help yo through the difficulty," replied Nance. "Get up then quickly, lass, since it must be so," rejoined Nicholas.
"Sit down o' that stoo' be t' fire, and take a cup o' wine t' cheer yo, and then we'n set out to Pendle Forest, where ey'st find yo a safe hiding-place. An t' ony reward ey'n ever ask for t' sarvice shan be, that yo'n perform a marriage sarvice fo' me and Dolly one of these days." And he nudged the damsel's elbow, who turned away, covered with blushes.
Ey'n getten a steigh clapt to yon windaw, an' you con be down it i' a trice an' along t' covert way be t' river soide to t' mill." But the abbot stirred not. "Quick! quick!" implored Hal o' Nabs, venturing to pluck the abbot's sleeve. "Every minute's precious. Dunna be feert. Ebil Croft, t' miller, is below.
If y'on let him down into t' river, Ebil, ey'n manage to get him off." "Weel thowt on, Nab," cried the miller, "theawst nah been mey mon seven year fo nowt. Theaw knoas t' ways o' t' pleck." "Os weel os onny rotten abowt it," replied Hal o' Nabs. "Go down to t' grindin'-room, an ey'n follow i' a troice."
Ey'n teach yo' to ca' me feaw names," cried the enraged hostess, laying on with greater fury. "Help! help!" roared Potts. At this moment Nicholas returned from the stables, and, seeing how matters stood, flew to the attorney's assistance. "Come, come, Bess," he cried, laying hold of her arm, "you've given him enough. What has Master Potts been about? Not insulting you, I hope?"
"Say boh t' word, squoire, an ey'n break every boan i' his body," remarked Jem. "No, no, Jem," replied Nicholas. "Take care of your pretty sister, and I'll take care of him."
"Tak me wi' yo, an ey'n carry yo safely through em aw; boh ge alone, or yo'n ne'er see Downham again. An now it's reet ey should tell ye who Lawrence Fogg really is." "What new wonder is in store for me?" cried Nicholas. "Who is he?"
"Well resolved, sir," said Potts. "We'n tae th' owd witch, dead or alive," cried Baldwyn. "Alive we must have her alive, good Baldwyn," said Potts. "You must see her perish at the stake." "Reet, mon," cried the miller, his eyes blazing with fury; "that's true vengeance. Ey'n ride whoam an get aw ready fo ye. Yo knoa t' road." So saying, he struck spurs into his horse and galloped off.
"What art thou doing here, Jem?" cried the hag, regarding him with angry surprise. "Dost thou not see we are surrounded by enemies. I cannot escape them but thou art young and active. Away with thee!" "Not without yo, granny," replied Jem. "Ey ha' run os fast os ey could to help yo. Stick fast howld on me," he added, snatching her up in his arms, "an ey'n bring yo clear off yet."
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