She boun' to do you harm, sah.

She tole me so wid her own mouf." "Mrs Keswick!" exclaimed Croft.

"Why, you must be mistaken, good aunty.
She can have no ill feelings towards me." "Don' you b'lieve dat!" said the old woman.

"Don' you b'lieve one word ob dat! She hate you, sah, she hate you! She not gwine to tell you dat.
She make you think she like you fus' rate, an' den de nex' thing you knows, she kunjer you, an' shribble up de siners ob your legs, an' gib you mis'ry in your back, wot you neber git rid of no moh'.

Can't tell you nuffin' else now, for h'yar comes Miss Annie," she added hurriedly, and, stepping to the bedside, she drew from under the mattrass a pair of little blue shoes, tied together by their strings.