The man believes himself bewitched." "Not uncommon," said the Vicar, "in these parts; they are always bothering me with some of that sort of nonsense." They went in.

Only an ordinary scene of poverty, dirt, and vice, such as exists to some extent, in every parish, in every country on the globe.

Nothing more than that, and yet a sickening sight enough.
A squalid, damp, close room, with the earthen floor sunk in many places and holding pools of water.

The mother smoking in the chimney corner, the eldest daughter nursing an illegitimate child, and quarrelling with her mother in a coarse, angry tone.

The children, ragged and hungry, fighting for the fireside.