“True,” replied Caterine; “did you never I observe his eyes?”
“Not particularly.”
“Did you remark that they're of different colors? that one of them is as black as the devil's, and the other a gray?”
“I never observed that,” replied Alice, who really never had.
“Yes, and I could tell you more than that about him,” proceeded Caterine; “they say he's connected wid what's not good. Sure, when they got up a bonfire for him, doesn't all the world know that it was put out by a shower of blood; and that's a proof that he's a favorite wid the devil and the fairies.”
“I believe,” replied Alice, “that there is no doubt whatsoever about the shower of blood; but I should not consider that fact as proof that he is a favorite with either the devil or the fairies.”
“Ay, but you don't know, miss, that this is the way they have of showin' it. Then, ever since he has come to the country, Bet Harramount, the witch, in the shape of a white hare, is come back to the neighborhood, and the Shawn-dhinne-dhuv is now seen about the Haunted House, oftener than he ever was. It's well known that the white hare plays about Mr. Woodward like a dog, and that she goes into the Haunted House, too, every night.”
“And what brought you to tell me all this, Caterine?” asked Alice.
“Why, miss, to put you on your guard; afraid you might get married to a man that, maybe, has sould himself to the devil. It's well known by his father's sarvints that he's out two or three nights in the week, and nobody can tell where he goes.”
“Are the servants your authority for that?”