My tale is not half told.

My curse fell on Richard's head, as it did on Nicholas's.

And then the hell-hounds thought to catch me; but they were at fault.

I tricked them nicely--ha! ha! However, they took my Nance--my pretty Nance--they seized her, bound her, bore her to the Calder--and there swam her.

Curses light on them all!--all!--but chief on him who did it!" "Who was he ?" inquired Alizon, tremblingly.
"Jem Device," replied the old woman--"it was he who bound her--he who plunged her in the river, he who swam her.