A long, loud roll of thunder, which terminated in a crashing peal, was
the only answer he received, and while the noise was at its loudest,
Mary Durden started to her feet and dashed forward to touch the body.

She just reached the bottom of the steps when, catching her foot
on the uneven pavement of the yard, she over-balanced herself, and
tumbled heavily upon the bier, almost knocking the body off as she
fell.

"Guilty!" eagerly shouted Sir George; "she is guilty; seize her."

But before he had finished the sentence, Mary had turned and fled,
and far from attempting to hinder her in her headlong flight, the
awe-struck people, one and all, shrunk eagerly back to escape being
brought into contact with one who had just given such unmistakable
proofs of witchcraft, and who had been condemned a murderess by the
almost infallible ordeal of the bier.




CHAPTER V.

A VISIT TO NOTTINGHAM.

One sole desire, one passion now remains,
To keep life's fever still within his veins.
Vengeance, dire vengeance, on the wretch who cast
On him and all he had the ruinous blast.