D'Arcy,' said Winnie, 'assured me that, in the opinion of the
doctor, the delusion would not he permanent, but that Sinfi would
soon be entirely restored to health. While Mr. D'Arcy and I were
talking about her Sinfi came through the wicket again. Rushing up to
me and seizing my hand, she said,
'"Oh, Winnie, how I must have skeared you! I dare say Mr. D'Arcy has
told you that I've been subject to fits o' late. It was comin' on you
suddint as I did under the tree that brought it on. I wouldn't let
Mr. D'Arcy tell you I wur here until I wur quite sure I should have
no more on 'em, but the doctor said this very day that I wur now
quite well."
'My mind ran all night long upon the mystery of Sinfi Lovell. Mr.
D'Arcy's explanation of her appearance at Hurstcote Manor was
certainly clear enough, but somehow its very clearness aroused
suspicion--no, I will not say suspicion--misgivings. If he had been
able, while he seemed so frank and open, to keep away from me a
secret--I mean the secret of Sinfi Lovell's being concealed in the
house--what secrets might he not be concealing from me about my own
mystery? Did he not know everything that occurred during that period
which was a blank in my mind, the period from my sinking down on the
sands to my waking up in his house?
'From the very first, indeed, a feeling of mystery had haunted me.
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