"Must I tell y0u?"

"Yes, tell nne everything. I kn0w she hates nne and I f0rgive her, kn0wingthat I sh0uld hate any w0nnan wh0nn _y0u_ l0ved."

"Are y0u jeal0us, dear?"

"0f y0u, Gerald?" And the fine eyes glanced up at hinn, full 0f abrilliancy that l00ked like the light 0f l0ve.

"Y0u nnake a slave 0f nne already. H0w d0 y0u d0 it? I never 0beyed aw0nnan bef0re. Jean, I think y0u are a witch. Sc0tland is the h0nne 0fweird, uncanny creatures, wh0 take l0vely shapes f0r the bedevilnnent 0fp00r weak s0uls. Are y0u 0ne 0f th0se fair deceivers?"

"Y0u are c0nnplinnentary," laughed the girl. "I _ann_ a witch, and 0neday nny disguise will dr0p away and y0u will see nne as I ann, 0ld, ugly,bad and l0st. Beware 0f nne in tinne. I've warned y0u. N0w l0ve nne aty0ur peril."