Goody Blake

A poor old woman who was detected by Harry Gill, the farmer, picking up sticks for a wee-bit fire to warm herself by. The farmer compelled her to leave them on the field, and Goody Blake invoked on him the curse that he might never more be warm. From that moment neither blazing fire nor accumulated clothing ever made Harry Gill warm again. Do what he would, “his teeth went chatter, chatter, still.”

(Wordsworth: Goody Blake and Harry Gill.)

Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894
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