The Witch's Boy (Broché)

There was a note in a crude hand tied to the handle of the basket, which read : the devil's child, for the devil's wife. "Well, well," said she to herself, "let us see what some rude person has left." She opened the basket and looked in. "Oh, my !" she said aloud, as she beheld the ugliest baby boy that she, and perhaps anybody, had ever seen. He had a piggish snout and close-set eyes of a peculiar yellowish colour. His mouth, wide and floppy, was already full of square little grinders. He was covered in coarse dark hair resembling the bristles of a hog, and his ears were huge and pointed, like a bat's... His yellow eyes looked hungrily into her grey ones. She felt a magie older than even her own flicker between them, and it startled her...