"I'll denounce thee as a witch, and laugh to scorn any accusations or railings against me; and I'll come and spit at thee as thou burnest at the stake." "Oh!" half shrieked the old woman, tearing at her bosom as she heard the other's words, and felt their power. Then, recovering herself, she began to fawn upon her visitor. "Have no fear, dearie. The wedding shall not be. I can stay it--I can stay it. I have but to lift up my hand, and it is done." "I believe thee not!" cried Anne, "but I warn thee. If that wedding takes place, pray to all thy familiars to save thee, or flee from here, for if not I'll have thee dragged to the stake and burned. Thou knowest that I can," she said, as she turned to go. "Yes, child--yes, dearie." "Then remember!" Anne went out of the cottage as she said the last words, and, as Mother Goodhugh thought of the atrocities that had been committed against weak old women who had professed some occult art, she shivered, and in imagination saw the flames rising round her withered limbs. "She could do it, she could do it," she cried piteously. "But I'll stop it: I'll stop it. The house is cursed, and the wedding shall not be; for I can stop it, and I will." Left alone to her thoughts, Mother Goodhugh began to suffer from a fit of terror, which completely gained the mastery over her, as she recalled all that she knew about the terrible sentences passed upon reputed witches. There was something fascinating in being able to gain the fear of the common people, and to be looked up to as a kind of prophetess; but she avowed now that the price paid was very dear. She had won many triumphs, and been looked up to as a wise woman, but if she were denounced as a witch, those who had feared and paid her for her utterances would turn upon her, for she was ready to own how seldom her prophetic promises had come true. One in a hundred, however, was quite sufficient to keep up her character; and when there were failures there were always some side utterances that could be brought to bear to soften defeat or turn the matter to her advantage. And so for years she had managed to keep up the character of a wise woman, and amass no inconsiderable amount of the rustic people's savings, for there was always something upon which she could be consulted, and, in spite of her fears, she sat hugging herself upon her success as she thought of this. "What be I to do?" she muttered; "and how be I to go to Cobbers house? If I go I shall be sent away. Why be not Abel Churr here to help me?" In spite of her efforts to fight back her dread, the recollections of the death scenes she had heard described made her tremble, and, when a hasty step was heard outside, she rose with a cry of horror, and darted towards the inner chamber, but paused on the threshold, as she heard a woman's voice repeat her name. "Mother Goodhugh, Mother Goodhugh!"