When I say that she bore the worst of characters morally, and had the reputation besides of being a witch of the highest acquirements,--a sort of double first at Satan's university,--I have said all I need to say about her at present.
These three sat down to breakfast, not before each of them, however, had refreshed themselves with a dram.

All the meal through, the old man and Madge were quarrelling with one another, till at length the contest grew so fierce that George noticed it, a thing he very seldom took the trouble to do.
"I tell thee," said the old man, "ye'll get no more money this week.
What have 'ee done with the last five pounds ?" George knew well enough, she had given it to him.

Many a time did she contrive to let him have a pound or two, and blind the old man as to where it was gone.

The day before he had applied to her for some money and she had refused, and in revenge, George had recommended his father to turn her out, knowing that she could hear every word, and little meaning it in reality.
"Ye STINGY OLD BEAST," she replied, very slowly and distinctly, "I wish ye were dead and out of the way.

I'll be doing it myself some of these odd times." And looking at him fixedly and pointing her finger, she began the Hebrew alphabet--Aleph, Beth, &c.