“You must yourseff help in de spell. It take bof you an’ me to bring dat ’bout.”
“Only me tell what to do; and trust me, Chakra, I shall follow your advice.”
“Wa, den—lissen—I tell you all ’bout it. But sit down on da bedsed dar. It take some time.”
The woman, thus directed, took her seat upon the bamboo couch, and remained silent and attentive—watching every movement of her hideous companion, and not without some misgivings as to the compact which was about to be entered into between them.
Volume Two—Chapter Twenty Two.
The Love-Spell.
The countenance of the myal-man had assumed an air of solemnity that betokened serious determination; and the mulatta felt a presentiment that, in return for his services, something was about to be demanded of her—something more than a payment in meat and drink.
His mysterious behaviour as he passed around the hut; now stopping before one of the grotesque objects that adorned the wall,—now fumbling among the little bags and baskets, as if in search of some particular charm—his movements made in solemn silence only broken by the melancholy sighing of the cataract without; all this was producing on the mind of the mulatta an unpleasant impression; and, despite her natural courage, sustained as it was by the burning passion that devoured her, she was fast giving way to an indefinable fear.