Very old was she, and of strange and sinister aspect, almost blind, bent double, with frosted brows and chin, and shaking with palsy.
"Stay where you are," cried the hag, in an imperious tone.

"I want to speak to you.

Come nearer to me, my pretty wheans; nearer--nearer." And as they complied, drawn towards her by an impulse they could not resist, the old woman caught hold of Alizon's arm, and said with a chuckle.

"So you are the wench they call Alizon Device, eh!" "Ay," replied Alizon, trembling like a dove in the talons of a hawk.
"Do you know who I am ?" cried the hag, grasping her yet more tightly.
"Do you know who I am, I say?
If not, I will tell you.

I am Mother Chattox of Pendle Forest, the rival of Mother Demdike, and the enemy of all her accursed brood.