"By this and by that," said one of them, "Rtn'tin' Rody will take spunk
out of him, if it's in him."
"I think he had better have notin' to do wid him," said an old woman,
"for fraid he'd rise the devil--Lord guard us! Sure it's the same man
that was in this very town the night he was _riz_ before, and that the
bonfire for Suil Balor (the eye of Balor, or the Evil Eye) Woodward was
drowned by a shower of blood. Troth I wouldn't be in the same Woodward's
coat for the wealth o' the world. As for Rantin' Rody, let him take care
of himself. It's never safe to sport wid edged tools, and he'll be apt
to find it so, if he attempts to put his tricks upon the conjurer."
In the meantime, while that gentleman was seated above stairs, a female,
tall, slim, and considerably advanced in years, entered the room and
took her seat. Her face was thin, and red in complexion, especially
about the point of a rather long nose, where the color appeared to be
considerably deeper in hue.
"Sir," said she, in a sharp tone of voice, "I'm told you can tell
fortunes."
"Certainly, madam," he replied, you have been correctly informed.
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