Winifred." The face
of the model immediately grew bright with a new light, and she spoke
the only words I ever heard her speak.'
'You never told me of this,' said Cyril.
'She stooped,' said Wilderspin, 'and went through a strange kind of
movement, as though she were dipping water from a well, and said,
"Please, good St. Winifred, bless the holy water and make it
cure--"'
'Ah, for God's sake stop!' cried Sinfi. 'Look! the Swimmin' Rei! He's
in the room! There he stan's, and he's a-hearin' every word, an'
it'll kill him outright!'
I stared at Cyril's picture of Leaena for which Sinfi was sitting. I
heard her say,
'There ain't nothink so cruel as seein' him take on like that; I've
seed it afore, many's the time, in old Wales. You'll find her yit.
The dukkeripen says you'll marry her yit, and you will. She can't be
dead when the sun and the golden clouds say you'll marry her at last.
Her as is dead _must_ ha' been somebody else.'
'Sinfi, you know there is no hope.'
'It might not ha' bin your Winnie, arter all,' said she. 'It might
ha' bin some poor innocent as her feyther used to beat.
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