" At a moment when my will,
weakened by sorrow and pain, lay prostrate beneath my own fevered
imagination, Sinfi's voice, so full of intense belief in her own
hallucination, had leapt, as it were, into my consciousness and
enslaved my imagination, which in turn had enslaved my will and my
senses.'
For hours I argued this point with myself, and I ended by coming
to the conclusion that it was 'my mind's eye' alone that saw the
picture of Winifred.
But there was also another question to confront. What was the cause
of Sinfi's astonishing emotion after the vision vanished? Such a
mingling of warring passions I had never seen before. I tried to
account for it. I thought about it for hours, and finally fell
asleep without finding any solution of the enigma.
I had no conversation of a private nature with Sinfi until the next
evening, when the camp was on the move.
'You had no sleep last night, Sinfi; I can see it by the dark circles
round your eyes.'
'That's nuther here nor there, brother,' she said.
I found to my surprise that the Gypsies were preparing to remove the
camp to a place not far from Bettws y Coed.
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