into Ravenswood's ear, "that she is a witch that should have been burned with them that suffered at Haddington."
"What is that you say?" said Alice, turning towards the boy, her sightless visage inflamed with passion, "that I am a witch, and ought to have suffered with the helpless old wretches who were murdered at Haddington?"
"Hear to that now," again whispered Henry, "and me whispering lower than a wren cheeps."
"If the usurer, and the oppressor, and the grinder of the poor man's face, and the remover of ancient land-marks, and the subverter of ancient houses, were at the same stake with me, I could say, light the fire, in God's name!"
"This is dreadful," said Lucy; "I have never seen the poor deserted woman in this state of mind; but age and poverty can ill bear reproach.—Come, Henry, we will leave her for the present—she wishes to speak with the Master alone. We will
