"
"Very well--I want to show you that Bet Harramount, the white witch,
and the Black Speacthre are sweethearts, and are leadin' a bad life
together."
"Heavenly father! Saints above! Blessed Mother!" were ejaculated by the
whole kitchen. Barney, in fact, was progressing with great effect.
"O, yez needn't be surprised," he continued, "for it was well known
that they had many private meetin's while Bet was livin' in Rathfillan.
But it was thought the devil had taken her away from the priest and
magisthrate on the night o' the storm, and so he did; and he best knew
why. Listen, I say--Masther Harry and I went out this day to coorse
hares; we went far up into the mountains, and never pulled bridle till
we came to the cabin where the witch lived, the same that Koolawn
chased her into in the shape of a white hare, after taking a bite out
of her--out of the part next her scut. Well, we sat down in the cursed
cabin, much against my wishes, but he would rest nowhere else--mark
that--so while we were helpin' ourselves to the ham and brandy, I up and
tould him the history of Bet Harramount from a to izzard.
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