"But I don't understand all this mysterious talk. You are hinting at strange things. Let me know about it. Is there witchcraft in the matter?"
"Ould Debrah do knaw 'bout Trewinion's curse, doan't she, my deer? How should she know that except by—well, we wa'ant say what."
"Yes, you have hinted about it? But what have I to do with it? I have done nothing that will cause it to rest upon me."
"But tes comin', Maaster Roger, ef I and some more doan't help 'ee. Tell 'ee, my dear, things belongin' to the sperrits can onnley be stopped by they who—well, who have got power in they paarts."
I was getting interested.
"Are you a witch, then?" I asked.
"Can 'ee bear to hear it, Maaster Roger?" she whispered.
"I can bear anything," I said.
"Maaster Roger, you've eerd of Farmer Jory?"
"Yes, often."