Trendle's house was reached at last, however: he was not indoors, and instead of waiting at the cottage, she went to where his bent figure was pointed out to her at work a long way off.

Trendle remembered her, and laying down the handful of furze-roots which he was gathering and throwing into a heap, he offered to accompany her in her homeward direction, as the distance was considerable and the days were short.

So they walked together, his head bowed nearly to the earth, and his form of a colour with it.
'You can send away warts and other excrescences I know,' she said; 'why can't you send away this ?' And the arm was uncovered.
'You think too much of my powers!' said Trendle; 'and I am old and weak now, too.

No, no; it is too much for me to attempt in my own person.
What have ye tried ?' She named to him some of the hundred medicaments and counterspells which she had adopted from time to time.

He shook his head.
'Some were good enough,' he said approvingly; 'but not many of them for such as this.