The devil does not twist necks except in monkish dreams.

Is it wonderful that my lady--the greatest lady of all these parts and the most foully treated--should have friends left to her?
Why, if they were not curs, ere now her people would have pulled that Abbey stone from stone and cut the throat of every man within its walls." "Emlyn," said the Prioress again, "in the name of Jesus and on your soul, tell me true, is there witchcraft in all this business?
And if not, what is its meaning ?" "As much witchcraft as dwells in your gentle heart; no more.

A man did these things; I'll not give you his name, lest it should be wrung from you.

A man wore Foterell's armour, and came here by a secret hole to take counsel with us in the chapel.

A man burnt the Abbey dormers and the stacks, and harried the beasts with a goatskin on his head, and dragged the skull of drunken Andrew from his grave.