Witch Child

It was a cold day,even for the early spring. They crowd the market square worse than for a fair.
It is dangerous for her to be ther. She sees them glancing and whispering "That's her , the granddaughter," "Daughter of the Devvil, more like." Then they turn away, sniggering, hands covering their mouths, faces turning red at the lewd images they conjure in their own mind's eye. The evil is in themselves. She should flee, get away. They will turn on her next unless she goes. She looks around Eyes, hards with hatred, slides from hers.

It's difficult for me to interpret this novel. I can't imagine what this story would develop on next
story. Maybe I need to find the other one.