'And how?' said Cyril.
'How? By playin' on the hills the old Welsh dukkerin' tune [Footnote
1] as she was so fond on. If she was dead, she wouldn't hear it, but
if she was alive she would, and her livin' mullo [Footnote 2] 'ud
come to it,' said Sinfi.
[Footnote 1: Incantation song.]
[Footnote 2: Wraith or fetch.]
'Do you believe that possible?' said Cyril, turning to Wilderspin.
'My friend,' said Wilderspin, 'I was at that moment repeating to
myself certain wise and pregnant words quoted from an Oriental book
by the great Philip Aylwin--words which tell us that he is too bold
who dares say what he will believe, what disbelieve, not knowing in
any wise the mind of God--not knowing in any wise his own heart and
what it shall one day suffer.'
'But,' said Sinfi, 'about her as sat to Mr. Wilderspin; did she never
talk at all, Mr. Cyril?'
'Never; but I saw her only three times,' said Cyril.
'Mr. Wilderspin,' said Sinfi, 'did she never talk?'
'Only once, and that was when the woman addressed her as Winifred.
That name set me thinking about the famous Welsh saint and those
wonderful miracles of hers, and I muttered "St.
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