I could see that the one on my left was stripped of furniture.
I entered the room on my right--a low room of some considerable
length, with heavy beams across the ceiling, which in that light
seemed black. Two or three chairs and a table were in it. There was a
brisk fire, and over it a tea-kettle of the kind much favoured by
Gypsies, as I afterwards learnt. There was no grate, but an open
hearth, exactly like the one in Wynne's cottage, where Winifred and I
used to stand in summer evenings to see the sky, and the stars
twinkling above the great sooty throat of the open chimney. I now
perceived the crwth and bow upon the table. Sinfi Lovell had
evidently been here since we parted. On the walls hung a few of those
highly coloured prints of Scriptural subjects which, at one time,
used to be seen in English farm-houses, and are still the only works
of art with the Welsh peasants and a few well-to-do Welsh Gypsies who
would emulate Gorgio tastes.
On the left-hand side of the room was an arched recess, in which, no
doubt, had stood at one time a sideboard, or some such piece of
furniture.
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