CHAPTER VIII .-- THE EXECUTIONER.
Dawn came at last, after a long and weary night to many within and without the abbey.

Every thing betokened a dismal day.

The atmosphere was damp, and oppressive to the spirits, while the raw cold sensibly affected the frame.

All astir were filled with gloom and despondency, and secretly breathed a wish that, the tragical business of the day were ended.

The vast range of Pendle was obscured by clouds, and ere long the vapours descended into the valleys, and rain began to fall; at first slightly, but afterwards in heavy continuous showers.