It's my belief as
Winnie Wynne ain't a-starvin' on the hills; she ain't got to starve;
she's on'y got to beg her bread. She'll have to do that, of course;
but beggin' ain't so bad as starvin', after all! There's some as begs
for the love on it. Videy does.'
I knew by this time that it was useless to battle against Sinfi's
conviction that the curse would have to be literally fulfilled, so I
kept silence. While she was speaking I was suddenly struck by a
thought that ought to have come before.
'Sinfi,' I said, 'didn't you know an English lady named Dalrymple,
who lodged with Mrs. Davies for some years?'
'Yis,' said Sinfi, 'and I did think o' her. She went to live at
Carnarvon. But supposin' that Winnie had gone to the English
lady--supposin' that she know'd where to find her--the lady 'ud
never ha' let her go away, she was so fond on her. It was Miss
Dalrymple as sp'ilt Winnie, a-givin' her lady-notions.'
However, I determined to see Miss Dalrymple, and started alone for
Carnarvon at once. By making inquiries at the Carnarvon post-office
I found Miss Dalrymple, a pale-faced, careworn lady of extraordinary
culture, who evinced the greatest affection for Winifred.
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