He was strong, fur he could make most all men do as he wanted.

He was spoiling my life wi' his strength, an' I didn't think o' him as weakly.

When I'd raged at him an' couldn't say more, I went out an' was going home i' the dark, howding by the wall, as weak as a baby; an' just afore I got home, I seed him stand just in front' o' me.

I thought he'd runned after me--mebbe he did--but I've thought since, mebbe not, that his body mayn't 'a been there at all; but anyway I seed him stand just afore me, wi' his eyes large and like fire, an' him all white and trembling.

He said, "I tell ye, Jen, I will have ye mine, an' as long as I live no other man shall," an' wi' that I went past him into the house.' 'Go on, Jen,' said the carter.
'All I knows is that the word he spoke was a true word.