Would that I had died with Dolcy.

Let me lie down here, Malcolm,--let me lie down." I still held her in my arms and supported her half-fainting form.
"Why are you here ?" demanded Sir George.
"To die," responded Dorothy.
"To die?
Damned nonsense!" returned her father.
"How came you here, you fool ?" "On Dolcy.

She is dead," returned Dorothy.
"Were you not at Haddon when we left there ?" asked her father.
"Yes," she replied.
"Did you pass us on the road ?" he asked.
"How came you here ?" Sir George insisted.
"Oh, I flew hither.

I am a witch.

Don't question me, father.