These are the
words I heard:
'Keep your head in that position, Lady Sinfi,' said Cyril, 'and pray
do not get so excited.'
'I thought I felt the Swimmin' Rei in the room,' said Sinfi.
'What do you mean?'
'I thought I felt the stir of him in my burk [bosom]. Howsomever, it
must ha' bin all a fancy o' mine. But you see, Mr. Cyril, she wur
once a friend o' mine. I want to know what skeared her? If it _was_
her as set for the pictur, she'd never 'a' had the fit if she hadn't,
'a' bin skeared. I s'pose Mr. Wilderspin didn't go an' say the word
"feyther" to her? I s'pose he didn't go an' ax her who her feyther
was?'
I heard Wilderspin's voice say. 'No, indeed. _I_ would never have
asked who her father was. Ah, Mr. Cyril, I knew how mysteriously she
had come to me; why should I ask who was her father? Her earthly
parentage was not an illusion. But you will remember that I was not
in the studio at the time of the fit. Mr. Ebury had called about a
commission, and I had gone into the next room to speak to him. You
came into the studio at the time, Mr.
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