What did it mean? Was it indeed
Sinfi standing there, rigid as a column, with a clenched brown fist
drawn up to the broad, heaving breast, till the knuckles shone white,
as if about to strike me? What made her throw out her arms as if
struggling desperately with the air, or with some unseen foe who was
binding her with chains?
I stood astounded, watching her, as she gradually calmed down and
became herself again; but I was deeply perplexed and deeply troubled.
After a while she said, 'Let's go back to "the Place,"' and without
waiting for my acquiescence, she strode along down the path towards
Beddgelert.
I was quickly by her side, but felt as little in the mood for talking
as she did. Suddenly a small lizard glided from the grass.
'The Romany Sap!' cried Sinfi, and she--the fearless woman before
whom the stoutest Gypsy men had quailed--sobbed wildly in terror. She
soon recovered herself, and said: 'What a fool you must think me,
Hal! It wur all through talkin' about the Romany Sap. At fust I
thought it wur the Romany Sap itself, an' it wur only a poor little
effet arter all.
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