D'Arcy, I'm only a
peasant girl, but I'm Welsh; I have faith in you, faith in your
goodness and faith in your kindness to me; but I must insist upon
knowing how I came here, and how you and I were brought together."
'He smiled, and said, "I was right in thinking that your face
expresses a good deal of what we call character. I should have
preferred waiting for a day or two before relating all I have to
tell," he said, "in answer to what you ask, but as you _insist_ upon
having it now," with a playful kind of smile, "it would be ill-bred
for me to insist that you must wait. But before I begin, would it not
be better if you were to tell me something of what occurred to
yourself when you were taken ill at Raxton?"
'"Then will your story begin where mine breaks off?" I said.
'"We shall see that," he said, "as soon as you have ended yours."
'"Do you know Raxton?" I said.
'At first he seemed to hesitate about his reply, and then said,
'"No, I do not."
'I then told him in as few words as I could our adventures on the
sands on the night of the landslip, and my search for my father's
body afterwards, until I suddenly sank down in a fit.
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