he know it was yours?’
‘I don’t know. I reckon not.’
‘Well! could not you get it Scarpe Nike Air Max 91 Uomo back again when you told her it was yours?’
‘No! for she’d burnt it.’
‘Burnt it!’ exclaimed both Margaret and Mr. Bell.
‘Roasted it!’ explained the woman.
It was no explanation. By dint of questioning, Margaret extracted from her the horrible fact that Betty Barnes, having been induced by a gypsy fortune-teller Cleveland Browns Kvinnor to lend the latter her husband’s Sunday clothes, Scarpe Hogan Uomo on promise of having them faithfully returned on the Saturday night before Goodman Barnes should have missed them, became alarmed by their non-appearance, and her consequent dread of her husband’s anger, and as, according Juventus Barn to one of the savage country superstitions, the cries of a cat, in the agonies of being boiled or roasted alive, compelled (as it were) the powers of darkness to fulfil the wishes of the executioner, resort had Miami Dolphins Tröjor been had to the charm. The poor woman evidently believed in its efficacy; Scarpe Nike Air Max 2016 Donna her only feeling was indignation that her cat had been chosen out from all others for a sacrifice. Margaret listened in horror; and endeavoured in vain to enlighten the woman’s mind; but she was obliged to give it up in despair. Step by step she got the woman to admit certain facts, of which the logical connexion and sequence was perfectly clear to Margaret; but at the end, the bewildered woman simply repeated her first assertion, namely, that ‘it were very cruel for sure, and she should not like to do it; but that there were nothing like it for giving a person Scarpe NIKE AIR MAX DYNASTY Donna what they wished for; she had heard it all her life; but it were very cruel for all that.’ Margaret gave it up in despair, and walked away sick at heart.
‘You are a good girl not to triumph over me,’ said Mr. Bell.
‘How? What do you mean?’
‘I own, I am wrong about schooling. Anything rather than have that child brought up in such practical paganism.’
‘Oh! I remember. Poor little Susan! I must go and see her; would you mind calling at the school? |
