And that is by giving evidence against them--by telling all you know--you understand--eh!" "Yeigh, ey think ey _do_ onderstond," replied Jennet, sullenly.

"An so this is your grand scheme, eh, sir ?" "This is my scheme, Jennet," said Potts, "and a notable scheme it is, my little lass.

Think it over.

You're an admissible and indeed a desirable witness; for our sagacious sovereign has expressly observed that 'bairns,' (I believe you call children 'bairns' in Lancashire, Jennet; your uncouth dialect very much resembles the Scottish language, in which our learned monarch writes as well as speaks)--'bairns,' says he, 'or wives, or never so defamed persons, may of our law serve for sufficient witnesses and proofs; for who but witches can be proofs, and so witnesses of the doings of witches.'" "Boh, ey am neaw witch, ey tell ye, mon," cried Jennet, angrily.
"But you're a witch's bairn, my little lassy," replied Potts, "and that's just as bad, and you'll grow up to be a witch in due time--that is, if your career be not cut short.

I'm sure you must have witnessed some strange things when you visited your grandmother at Malkin Tower--that, if I mistake not, is the name of her abode ?--and a fearful and witch-like name it is;--you must have heard frequent mutterings and curses, spells, charms, and diabolical incantations--beheld strange and monstrous visions--listened to threats uttered against people who have afterwards perished unaccountably." "Ey've heerd an seen nowt o't sort," replied Jennet; "boh ey' han heerd my mother threaten yo." "Ah, indeed," cried Potts, forcing a laugh, but looking rather blank afterwards; "and how did she threaten me, Jennet, eh ?--But no matter.
Let that pass for the moment.