"
'Mr. D'Arcy always spoke of Sinfi in this way. She seems to have done
something of a peculiarly noble kind for him and for me too, but what
it is I have tried in vain to discover.
'And a few days after this we started for Wales.
'Oh, Henry, I wonder whether any one who is not Welsh-born can
understand my delight as we passed along the railway at nightfall and
I first felt upon my cheek the soft rich breath of the Welsh meadows,
smelling partly of the beloved land and partly of the beloved sea.
"Yr Hen Wlad, yr Hen Gartref!" I murmured when at Prestatyn I heard
the first Welsh word and saw the first white-washed Welsh cottage.
From head to foot I became a Welsh girl again. The loveliness of
Hurstcote Manor seemed a dull, grey, far-away house in a dream. But
if I had known that I should also find you, my dear! If I had dreamed
that I should find Henry!'
And then silence alone would satisfy her. And Snowdon was speaking to us
both.
XIII
And what about Sinfi Lovell? In those supreme moments of bliss did
Winifred and I think much about Sinfi? Alas, that love and happiness
should be so selfish!
When at last the sound of Sinfi's crwth and song came from some spot
a good way up the rugged path leading to the summit, it quite
startled us.
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