They looked dead already, so ghastly was the hue of their cheeks.
The abbot's turn came next.

Another hurdle was brought forward, and Demdike advanced to the tumbrel.

But Paslew recoiled from his touch, and sprang to the ground unaided.

He was then laid on his back upon the hurdle, and his hands and feet were bound fast with ropes to the twisted timbers.

While this painful task was roughly performed by the wizard's two ill-favoured assistants, the crowd of rustics who looked on, murmured and exhibited such strong tokens of displeasure, that the guard thought it prudent to keep them off with their halberts.