They're little, fat, short folk, somethin' like the woman in Primrose
Court, only littler. Don't you mind the gal in the court said Winnie
used to call the woman Knocker? Sometimes they knock to show to some
Taffy as has pleased 'em where the veins of copper may be found, and
sometimes they knock to give warnin' of a dangerous precipuss, and
sometimes they knock to give the person as is talkin' warnin' that
he's sayin' or doin' somethin' as may lead to danger. They speaks to
each other too, but in a v'ice so low that you can't tell what words
they're a-speakin', even if you knew their language. My crwth and
song will rouse every spirit on the hills.'
I listened again. This was the mysterious sound that had so
captivated Winnie's imagination as a child.
The extraordinary lustre of Sinfi's eyes indicated to me, who knew
them so well, that every nerve, every fibre in her system, was
trembling under the stress of some intense emotion. I stood and
watched her, wondering as to her condition, and speculating as to
what her crazy project could be.
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