From this out,
them that had Christian hearts and loved their religion trated the thief
as she desarved to be trated. She was hissed and hooted, thank God,
wherever she showed her face; but still nobody had courage to lay a hand
upon her by rason of her blasphaimin' and cursin', which, they say, used
to make the hair stand like wattles upon the heads of them that heard
her."
"Had she not a black cat?" asked Woodward; "surely, she ought to have had
a familiar."
"No," replied Barney; "the cat she had was a white cat, and the mainin'
of its color will appear to you by and by; at any rate, out came the
truth. You have heard of the Black Spectre--the _Shan-dhinne-dhuv?_"
"I have," replied the other; "proceed."
"Well, sir, as I said, the truth came out at last; in the coorse of
a short time she was watched at night, and seen goin' to the haunted
house, where the Spectre lives."
"Did she walk there, or fly upon her broomstick?" asked Woodward,
gravely.
"I believe she walked, sir," replied Barney; "but afther that every eye
was upon her, and many a time she was seen goin' to the haunted house
when she thought no eye was upon her.
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