"I weth others can," she said.
"But the curse of the Trewinion's will not come upon me," I said, "for I shall not do anything to incur it."
"Wa'ant 'ee, but you will, Maaster Roger, and ef you doan't do as I tell 'ee you'll rue it to yer dyin' day. I see it comin', I see it comin'," and she lifted her skinny hand above her head. "I zee Maaster Roger beggard, I zee un starvin', I zee un mad wi' shame, I zee un ouseless, and omeless, I zee hes brother where he ought to be oal through Trewinion's curse."
In spite of myself I felt the old woman to be speaking the truth.
"But I will abide by everything written for my safety," I said.
"You ca'ant, you ca'ant," she screamed.
"Why?" I asked.
"You were born in a onlucky month, and the onlucky week of the month, and a onlucky day of the week, and an onlucky time ov the day."
"Why, when was I born?"
"You was born at nine o'clock ov a Friday evenin', in the third week in May," she said.