“May the green grass turn to ashes in your way for that lie, Pet Salt,” said Nan slowly.
Pet put up her hands.
“Ye’re not to curse me, Nan Swayle,” she shrieked, “ye witch of darkness, ye’re not to curse me, or by Heaven I’ll call Ben up to ye.”
Nan laughed a hard, crackling laugh in her throat.
“You daren’t, you slut,” she said. “Ben may not have forgotten his old love!”
Pet grew purple with rage.
“I dare not let him see you!” she screamed. “What! you ronyon—I dare not let him—— Oh! you’re mad!”
Nan laughed again.
“Still I say you dare not,” she said.
Pet choked with anger; then a crafty look came into her eyes.