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Hearing Andy on the stairs, they'd just taken more conventional attitudes when he burst into the room. "Mother Moll's been havin' a seance all to herself," he grinned, "an' she says, there's a wedding ring hanging over the brat's head, an' she said to tell you, Uncle Forrie " He paused, giggled a little and ended "Red curls'll twist around your heart so close ye won't ever get away."
Curls'll bring yer to yer knees, hair'll make yer heart bleed blood redder'n the sun, an' the leetle man'll jerk 'em tight 'bout yer throat till ye thunder out fer mercy." "Come along," muttered Ebenezer, roughly, to Helen. "If she torments me any more, I fear I'll kill her." His words were not so low but they caught the quick ear of the old woman. "Kill me, yep, kill me, ye proud whelp!
What do you think of that?" His words brought to Helen's recollection that other time he'd used his riding whip. Then it had been upon Mother Moll, and the old woman had screamed at him, "It air like ye to hit the awful young and the awful old." She recalled, too, the other mysterious words the witch woman had uttered. "Curls'll bring yer to yer knees the little man air a settin' on yer chest!"
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