The old woman sat staring hard into the fire, her pale ayes wide open. "Ay," she broke in; "and eight-and-twenty years you have lived and never seen the likes of this house, I reckon. There's a many things to see, when one's still but eight-and-twenty." She swayed her head slowly from side to side. "A many things to see and sorrow for."
Narrator
Indirect character
thought, had apoplexy better served the ends of superstition.
Withered Arm Man
Indirect
"It is your own choosing," said the man with the withered arm, and glanced at me askance.
Hat guy
Direct
. The man with the shade poured out a glassful with a shaky arm that splashed half as much again on the deal table.
