Trust her to me, Master Herrick.

She'll be too heavy to fly about on her broomsticks by the time I have done with her." Then they all went out and Dulcibel heard the heavy bolt shoot into its socket, and the voices dying away as the men went down the stairs.
She groped her way to the bed in the darkness, sat down upon it and burst into tears.

It was like a change from Paradise into the infernal regions.

A few hours before and she had been musing in an ecstasy of joy over her betrothal, and dreaming bright dreams of the future, such perhaps as only a maiden can dream in the rapture of her first love.

Now she was sitting in a prison cell, accused of a deadly crime, and her life and good reputation in the most imminent danger.