This roused their passion.
"Evil sperrits shall tear 'ee," they said, "and oal your tribe."
"You are a set of evil hags," I said, furiously; "and the mysteries of this cavern shall be brought to light."
"Stop!" said old Mally Udy, "this broth here was fur yer good. I'll turn it to something bad and make 'ee drink it. The spirit of Betsey Fraddam is here, and she'll make a mixture for 'ee."
I had worked myself up into a passion and I kicked the crock and overturned it.
Never shall I forget the terrible words they said to me, or the curses they called upon me. They cursed me in body and mind, they cursed me in love and hate, in living and dying.
What was it, I wonder? Meaningless jargon, or not? When my story is told you will be able to judge better.
I went out of the cave in fear, and when outside I fancied I saw the terrible form of Betsey Fraddam. Then I went back to my home trembling.