Suddenly and sharply the moonlight
scene vanished, and I was on Snowdon, and there came a burning
curiosity to know the meaning of this new life--the meaning of the
life of pain that had followed the parting at the cottage door.
V
'Winnie,' I said, 'tell me where we are. I have been very ill since
we parted in your father's cottage. I have had the wildest
hallucinations concerning you; dreams, intolerable dreams. And even
now they hang about me; even now it seems to me that we are far away
from Raxton, surrounded by the hills and peaks of Snowdon. If they
were real _you_ would be the dream, but you are real; this waist is
real.'
'Of course we are on Snowdon, Henry!' said she. 'You must indeed have
been ill--you must now be very ill--to suppose you are at Raxton.'
'But what are we doing here?' I said. 'How did we come here?'
'Let Badoura speak for herself only,' she said, with that arch smile
of hers. She was alluding to the old days at Raxton, when she hoped
that some day her little Camaralzaman would be carried by genii to
her as she sat thinking of him by the magic llyn.
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