[Footnote] Howsomever, this I do know, reia, you an' me must part. I
felt as we must part when we was in Wales togither last time, and now
I knows it.'
[Footnote: Some Romanies think that spirits rise from the ground.]
'Part, Sinfi! Not if I can prevent it.'
'Reia,' replied Sinfi emphatically, 'when I've wonst made up my mind,
you know it's made up for good an' all. When us two leaves this 'ere
Ring to-night, you'll turn your ways and I shall turn mine.'
I thought it best to let the subject drop. Perhaps by the time we had
left the Ring this mood would have passed. After a minute or so she
said,
'You needn't see no fear about not marryin' Winifred Wynne. You
_must_ marry her; your dukkeripen on Snowdon didn't show itself there
for nothink. When you two was a-settin' by the pool, a-eatin' the
breakfiss, I was a-lookin' at you round the corner of the rock. I
seed a little kindlin' cloud break away and go floatin' over your
heads, and then it shaped itself into what us Romanies calls the
Golden Hand. You know what the Golden Hand means when it comes over
two sweethearts? You don't believe it? Ask Rhona Boswell! Here she
comes a-singin' to herself.
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