'
'Yes,' I said; 'I have found the life I had lost, and these dreams of
mine will soon pass.'
As the conversation went on I began to see that she remembered our
meetings on the sands--remembered everything up to a certain point.
What was that point? This was the question that kept me on
tenterhooks.
Every word she uttered, however, shed light into my mind, and served
as a warning that I must feel my way cautiously. It was evident to me
that in some unaccountable way Sinfi at some time after she left me
at Beddgelert had discovered that Winnie was not really dead, and had
brought her back to me--brought her back to me restored in mind, but
with all memory of what had passed during her dementia erased from
her consciousness. Everything depended now upon my learning how much
of her past she did remember. A single ill-judged word of mine--a
single false move--might ruin all, and bring back the life of misery
which I seemed at last to have left behind me.
VI
'Winnie,' I said, 'you have not yet told me how you came here. You
have not yet told me how it is that you meet me on Snowdon--meet me
in this wonderful way.
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