and said:

"It's not as though they were old men or bandy-legged cripples; it's
always young men who want to come for the night.... Why is that? And if
they only wanted to warm themselves----But they are up to mischief. No,
woman; there's no creature in this world as cunning as your female
sort! Of real brains you've not an ounce, less than a starling, but for
devilish slyness--oo-oo-oo! The Queen of Heaven protect us! There is the
postman's bell! When the storm was only beginning I knew all that was in
your mind. That's your witchery, you spider!"

"Why do you keep on at me, you heathen?" His wife lost her patience at
last. "Why do you keep sticking to it like pitch?"

"I stick to it because if anything--God forbid--happens to-night...
do you hear?... if anything happens to-night, I'll go straight off
to-morrow morning to Father Nikodim and tell him all about it. 'Father
Nikodim,' I shall say, 'graciously excuse me, but she is a witch.' 'Why
so?' 'H'm! do you want to know why?' 'Certainly....' And I shall tell
him. And woe to you, woman! Not only at the dread Seat of Judgment, but
in your earthly life you'll be punished, too! It's not for nothing there
are prayers in the breviary against your kind!"

Suddenly there was a knock at the window, so loud and unusual that
Savely turned pale and almost dropped backwards with fright. His wife
jumped up, and she, too, turned pale.

"For God's sake, let us come in and get warm!" they heard in a trembling
deep bass. "Who lives here? For mercy's sake! We've lost our way."