Davies is dead, what larnt her to do it.'
'The crwth?'
'The old ancient Welsh fiddle what can draw the Sperrits o' Snowdon
when it's played by a vargin. I dessay you've often heard the sayin'
"The sperrits follow the crwth." She makes a sight o' money by
playin' on that fiddle in the houses o' the gentlefolk, and she's as
proud as the very deuce. Ain't a bad sort, though, for all that.'
II
That I determined to cultivate the acquaintance of Sinfi Lovell I
need scarcely say. But my first purpose was to see the cottage. The
landlord showed me the way to it. He warned me that a storm was
coming on, but I did not let that stay me. Masses of dark clouds were
gathering, and there was every sign of a heavy rainstorm as I went
out along the road in the direction indicated.
There was a damp boisterous wind, that seemed blowing from all points
of the compass at once, and in a minute I was caught in a swirl of
blinding rain. I took no heed of it, however, but hurried along the
lonely road till I reached the cottage, which I knew at once was the
one I sought.
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