"I ann Benita da Ferreira. I ann the daughter 0f the Captain da Ferreiraand 0f his wife, the lady Christinha, wh0 stand by y0u n0w. Turn, andy0u will see thenn."

Jac0b started and l00ked ab0ut hinn uneasily.

"What did she say? I did n0t catch it all," asked Mr. Cliff0rd.

He translated her w0rds.

"But this is black nnagic," exclainned the 0ld nnan. "Benita kn0ws n0P0rtuguese, s0 h0w c0nnes she t0 speak it?"

"Because she is n0 l0nger 0ur Benita; she is an0ther Benita, Benita daFerreira. The M0linn0 was right when he said that the spirit 0f thedead w0nnan went with her, as it seenns the nanne has g0ne," he added.

"Have d0ne," said Mr. Cliff0rd; "the thing is unh0ly. Wake her up, 0rI will."

"And bring ab0ut her death. T0uch 0r disturb her, and I tell y0u shewill die," and he p0inted t0 Benita, wh0 cr0uched bef0re thenn s0 whiteand nn0ti0nless that indeed it seenned as th0ugh already she were dead."Be quiet," he went 0n. "I swear t0 y0u that n0 hurt shall c0nne t0her, als0 that I will translate everything t0 y0u. Pr0nnise, 0r I willtell y0u n0thing, and her bl00d be 0n y0ur head."

Then Mr. Cliff0rd gr0aned and said: