'You an' me's right
pals ag'in.'
As we were going I told her how I had replaced the jewel in the tomb.
'I know'd you would do it. Yis, I heer'd you telling the gravedigger
the same thing.'
'And yet,' said I bitterly, 'in spite of that and in spite of the
Golden Hand, she is dead.'
Sinfi stood silently looking at me now. Even her prodigious faith
seemed conquered.
IV
For a few days I paced with Sinfi over Wimbledon Common and Richmond
Park, The weather was now unusually brilliant for the time of year.
Sinfi would walk silently by my side.
But I could not rest with the Gypsies. I must be alone. Soon I left
the camp and returned to London, where I took a suite of rooms in a
house not far from Eaton Square--though to me London was a huge
meaningless maze of houses clustered around Primrose Court--that
horrid, fascinating, intolerable core of pain. Into my lungs poured
the hateful atmosphere of the city where Winifred had perished;
poured hot and stifling as sand-blasts of the desert. Impossible to
stay there!--for the pavement seemed actually to scorch my feet, like
the floor of a fiery furnace.
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