I suppose you've given her all the
breakfiss. Give me a drop of brandy out o' your flask.'
I gave her some brandy and took a long draught of the burning liquor
myself, for I was fainting.
'I shall go with you,' I said.
'Dordi,' said the Gypsy, 'how quickly you'd be a-layin' at the bottom
there!' and she pointed down into the gulf at our feet.
'I shall go with you,' I said.
'No, you won't,' said the Gypsy doggedly; ''cause _I_ sha'n't go. I
shall git round and meet her. I know where we shall strike across her
slot. She'll be makin' for Llanberis.'
'I let her escape,' I moaned. 'I had her in my arms once; but you
signalled to me not to grip her.'
'If you had ha' grabbed her,' said the Gypsy, 'she'd ha' pulled you
along like a feather--she's so mad strong. You go hack to the llyn.'
The Gypsy girl passed along the shelf and was soon lost in the veil
of vapour.
I returned to the llyn and threw myself down upon the ground, for my
legs sank under me, but the dizziness of fatigue softened the effect
of my distress. The rocks and peaks were swinging round my head.
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