I 'udn't have no keeping company in my house, no, not for gowld untowld, I 'udn't; but the sperrit of mun--to see whether mun would be true or not, you'd like to know that, now, 'udn't you, my darling ?" Rose sighed, and stirred the ashes about vehemently.
"I must first know who it is to be.

If you could show me that--now--" "Oh, I can show ye that, tu, I can.

Ben there's a way to 't, a sure way; but 'tis mortal cold for the time o' year, you zee." "But what is it, then ?" said Rose, who had in her heart been longing for something of that very kind, and had half made up her mind to ask for a charm.
"Why, you'm not afraid to goo into the say by night for a minute, are you?
And to-morrow night would serve, too; 't will be just low tide to midnight." "If you would come with me perhaps--" "I'll come, I'll come, and stand within call, to be sure.

Only do ye mind this, dear soul alive, not to goo telling a crumb about mun, noo, not for the world, or yu'll see naught at all, indeed, now.

And beside, there's a noxious business grow'd up against me up to Chapel there; and I hear tell how Mr.Leigh saith I shall to Exeter gaol for a witch--did ye ever hear the likes ?--because his groom Jan saith I overlooked mun--the Papist dog! And now never he nor th' owld Father Francis goo by me without a spetting, and saying of their Ayes and Malificas--I do know what their Rooman Latin do mane, zo well as ever they, I du!--and a making o' their charms and incantations to their saints and idols! They be mortal feared of witches, they Papists, and mortal hard on 'em, even on a pure body like me, that doth a bit in the white way; 'case why you see, dear life," said she, with one of her humorous twinkles, "tu to a trade do never agree.