It is not fitting that such a one should walk abroad to bring evil on the innocent.

Witch and wanton, begone to your chamber!" Cicely listened, then, without another word, broke into a little scornful laugh, and, turning, left the room, followed by the Prioress.
But Emlyn did not go; she stayed behind, a smile on her dark, handsome face.
"You've lost the throw, though all your dice were loaded," she said boldly.
The Abbot turned on her and reviled her.
"Woman," he said, "if she is a witch, you're the familiar, and certainly you shall burn even though she escape.

It is you who taught her how to call up the devil." "Then you had best keep me living, my Lord Abbot, that I may teach her how to lay him.

Nay, threaten not.

Why, the rack might make me speak, and the birds of the air carry the matter!" His face paled; then suddenly he asked-- "Where are those jewels?
I need them.