Look to thyself, for even as thou speakest, thy child is taken from thee." And so it was.

While Demdike knelt beside Paslew, a hand was put forth, and, before the man who had custody of the infant could prevent it, his little charge was snatched from him.

Thus the abbot saw, though the wizard perceived it not.

The latter instantly sprang to his feet.
"Where is the child ?" he demanded of the fellow in the russet cloak.
"It was taken from me by yon tall man who is disappearing through the gateway," replied the other, in great trepidation.
"Ha! _he_ here!" exclaimed Demdike, regarding the dark figure with a look of despair.

"It is gone from me for ever!" "Ay, for ever!" echoed the abbot, solemnly.
"But revenge is still left me--revenge!" cried Demdike, with an infuriated gesture.
"Then glut thyself with it speedily," replied the abbot; "for thy time here is short." "I care not if it be," replied Demdike; "I shall live long enough if I survive thee.".