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Euri was a-goin' through Carnarvon to Bangor, on to Conway and
Chester, and never heerd a word about her bein' lost till he got
back, six weeks ago.'
'I must go to Carnarvon at once,' said I.
'No use, brother,' said Sinfi. 'If _I_ han't pretty well worked
Carnarvon, it's a pity. I've bin there the last three weeks on the
patrin-chase, and not a patrin could I find. It's my belief as she
never went into Carnarvon town at all, but turned off and went into
Llanbeblig churchyard.'
'Why do you think so, Sinfi?'
''Cause her aunt, bein' a Carnarvon woman, was buried among her own
kin in Llanbeblig churchyard.
Leastwise, you won't find a ghose of a trace on her at Carnarvon, and
it'll be a long kind of a wild-goose chase from here; but if you
will go, go you must.'
She could not dissuade me from starting for Carnarvon at once; and,
as I would go, she seemed to take it as a matter of course that she
must accompany me. Our journey was partly by coach and partly afoot.
My first impulse on nearing Carnarvon was to go--I could not have
said why--to Llanbeblig churchyard.
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