[…] a man's eyes played him false, sitting him before tables proper with damask and pewter, leading him to fall into beds gracious with small and large feather beds for softness and pillowed luxuriously under pretty checked linen pillow bears.

The entrance to the loft ought to be by a ladder outside, or by stairs from the gig-house.

[…] substance which Graine knew to be 'witch-meal'; the seeds of dried lycopodium moss; the other set the dust on fire with a burning stick, the flame pursuing the flying particles till they were consumed, when the light flashed out[…]

Although she was not ultimately removed from office, she still carried a grudge against her impeachers.