It's not hard to guess, however,
what became of her. Every one knows that the devil carried her and her
imp off in the tempest, either to some safer place, or else to give her
a warm corner below stairs."
"Why, Barney, it must be an awful little house, this."
"You may say that, sir; there's not a man, woman, or child in the barony
would come into it by themselves. Every one keeps from it; the very
rapparees, and robbers of every description, would take the shelter of
a cleft or cave rather than come into it. Here it is, then, as you see,
just as she and the devil and his imp left it; no one has laid a hand on
it since, nor ever will."
"But why was it not pulled down and levelled at the time?"
"Why, Masther Harry? Dear me, I wondher you ask that. Do you think the
people would be mad enough to bring down her vengeance upon themselves
or their property, or maybe upon both? and for that matther she may be
alive yet."
"Well, then, if she is," replied Woodward, "here goes to set her at
defiance;" and as he spoke he tossed bed, straw, rug, blanket, and every
miserable article of furniture that the house contained, out at the
door.
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