'Young man,' she continued, 'are you there?' and she put out her hand
to feel for me.
I took hold of the hand. No words passed; none were needed. Never had
I known friendship before. After a short time I said,
'What shall we do, Sinfi?'
'I shall wait a bit, till the stars are out,' said she. 'I know
they're a-comin' out by the feel o' the wind. Then I shall walk up a
path as Winnie knows. The sun'll be up ready for me by the time I get
to the part I wants to go to. You know, young man, I _must_ find her.
She'll never come back to the cottage no more, now she's been skeared
away from it.'
'But I must accompany you,' I said.
'No, no, you mustn't do that,' said the Gypsy; 'she might take fright
and fall and be killed. Besides,' said she, 'Winifred Wynne's under
a cuss; it's bad luck to follow up anybody under a cuss.'
'But you are following her,' I said.
'Ah, but that's different. "Gorgio cuss never touched Romany," as my
mammy, as had the seein' eye, used to say.'
'But,' I exclaimed vehemently, 'I _want_ to be cursed with her.
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