"How do we know they were innocent, though it is true that if Dame Harflete is a witch she is the prettiest that ever we have heard of or seen.

You ask too much, after your fashion, Cromwell." "I crave your Grace's patience for one short minute.

There is a man here who can prove that they were innocent; yonder red-haired Bolle." "What?
He who praised our shooting?
Well, Bolle, since you are so good a sportsman, we will listen to you.

Prove and be brief." "Now all is finished," murmured Emlyn to Cicely, "for assuredly fool Thomas will land us in the mire." "Your Grace," said Bolle in his big voice, "I obey in four words--I was the devil." "The devil you were, Thomas Bolle.

Now, your meaning ?" "Your Grace, Blossholme was haunted, I haunted it." "How could you do otherwise if you lived there ?" "I'll show your Grace," and without more ado, to the horror of Cicely, Thomas tumbled from his sack all his hellish garb and set to work to clothe himself.