Pearl saw, and gazed intently, but never sought to make acquaintance. If
spoken to, she would not speak again. If the children gathered about
her, as they sometimes did, Pearl would grow positively terrible in her
puny wrath, snatching up stones to fling at them, with shrill,
incoherent exclamations that made her mother tremble, because they had
so much the sound of a witch's anathemas in some unknown tongue.
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