The avenger is arrived.

The bolt is in his hand.

It shall strike king, lords, commons,--all! These are my last words,--take them to heart." "Drag her off!" roared the pursuivant, furiously.
"Use care--use gentleness, if ye are men!" cried Humphrey Chetham.
"Think not you can detain me!" cried the prophetess.

"Avaunt, and tremble!" So saying she flung herself from the parapet.
The height from which she fell was about fifty feet.

Dashed into the air like jets from a fountain by the weight and force of the descending body, the water instantly closed over her.