'I am so sorry,' she said. 'It was the sudden feel o' your hand on my
shoulder that done it. It seemed to burn me like, and then it made my
blood seem scaldin' hot. If I'd only 'a' seed you come through the
door I shouldn't have had the fit. The doctor told me the fits wur
all gone now, and I feel sure as this is the last on 'em. You must go
to Knockers' Llyn with me to-morrow mornin' early. I want you to go
at the same time that we started when we tried that mornin' to find
Winnie.'
'Then Rhona's story is true,' I thought. 'Her delusion is that she is
going to Knockers' Llyn to be married.'
'The weather's goin' to be just the same as it was then,' she said,
'and when we get to Knockers' Llyn where you two breakfasted
together, I want to play the crwth and sing the song just as I did
then.'
She made no allusion to a wedding. Getting up and pouring the boiling
water from the kettle into the teapot, 'Something tells me,' she went
on, 'that when I touch my crwth to-morrow, and when I sing them words
by the side of Knockers' Llyn, you'll see the picture you want to
see, the livin' mullo o' Winnie.
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