At first she resisted my movement, but looking in my eyes and seeing
that something had deeply disturbed me, she let me kiss her. 'What
did you say, Henry?'
'That I love you so, Winnie, and cannot let you go just yet.'
'What a dear fellow it is!' she said; 'and all this ado about a poor
girl with scarcely shoes to her feet.' Then, after an instant's
pause, she said: 'But I thought you said something very different. I
thought you said something about a curse, and _that_ scared me.'
'Scared Winifred!' I said. 'Fancy anything scaring Winnie, who
threatens to hit people when they offend her.'
'Ah! but I am scared,' said she, 'at things from the other world, and
especially at a curse.'
'Why, what do you know about curses, Winifred?'
'Oh, a good deal. I have never forgotten that shriek of a cursed
spirit which I heard at the Swallow Falls. And only a short time ago
Sinfi Lovell nearly frightened me to death by a story of a whole
Gypsy tribe having withered, one after the other--grandfathers,
fathers, and children--through a dead man's curse.
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