This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. ‘Keep your distance! You dare to tell me I cannot refuse?’ He glared at the girl. It—it is nothing,’ she said, although with a tremor in her voice. And a broken picture that was torn when I hit him with it. Every one else does. So proas loaded with nuts were always landing on the beach.