Then the face and the entire figure of Winifred
appeared, but Winifred dressed as a beggar girl in rags, Winifred
standing at a street corner holding out matches for sale.
'Winifred!' I exclaimed; and then the hallucination passed, and
Sinfi's features were reflected in the water. My exclamation had the
strangest effect upon Sinfi. Her lips, which usually wore a
peculiarly proud and fearless curve, quivered, and were losing the
brilliant rosebud redness which mostly characterised them. The little
blue tattoo rosettes at the corners of her mouth seemed to be growing
more distinct as she gazed in the water through eyes dark and
mysterious as Night's, but, like Night's own eyes, ready, I thought,
to call up the throbbing fires of a million stars.
'What made you cry out "Winifred"?' she said, as the music ceased.
'What you told me about the spirits following the crwth was causing
the strangest dream,' I answered. 'I thought I saw Winnie's face
reflected in the water, and I thought she was in awful distress. And
all the time it was your face.
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