'
'Still no allusion to a wedding, but no doubt that will soon come,' I
murmured.
'I want to go the same way we went that day, and I want for you and
me to see everythink as we seed it then from fust to last.'
I was haunted by Rhona Boswell's words, and wondered when she would
begin talking about the wedding at Knockers' Llyn.
She never once alluded to it; but at intervals when the talk between
us flagged I could hear her muttering, 'He must see everythink just
as he seed it then from fust to last, and then it's good-bye for
ever.'
At last she said, 'I've had both the rooms upstairs made tidy to
sleep in--one for you and one for me. I'll call you in the mornin' at
the proper time. Goodnight.'
I was not sorry to get this summary dismissal and be alone with my
thoughts. When I got to bed I was kept awake by recalling the sight I
saw on entering the cottage. There seemed no other explanation of it
than this, the tragedy of Winifred had touched Sinfi's sympathetic
soul too deeply. Her imagination had seized upon the spectacle of
Winifred in one of her fits, and had caused so serious a disturbance
of her nervous system that through sheer fascination of repulsion her
face mimicked it exactly as Winifred's face had mimicked the original
spectacle of horror on the sands.
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