One day, however, when the two were alone in the kitchen, and the invalid felt somewhat relieved, she opened her heart to her visitor.

Shotaye listened very attentively, and when Say had concluded, instead of asking for further details, she abruptly asked whether Say had no suspicion of being bewitched.
If such a question were put to us, we should doubt the sanity of the questioner.

Not so the Indian.

Say felt like one from whose eyes thick scales are suddenly removed.

Indeed, she thought this was the cause of her evil, this alone could explain the tenacity of the disease, its mysterious intermittence.