Even the loveliness of Winnie seemed for the moment to pale
before the superb beauty of the Gypsy girl, whom the sun was
caressing as though it loved her, shedding a radiance over her
picturesque costume, and making the gold coins round her neck shine
like dewy whin-flowers struck by the sunrise.
I understood well that expression of triumph. I knew that, with her,
imagination was life itself. I knew that this imagination of hers had
just escaped from the sting of the dominant thought which was
threatening to turn a supposed curse into a curse indeed.
I went to meet them.
'I promised to bring her livin' mullo,' said Sinfi, 'and I have kept
my word, and now we are all going up to the top together.'
Winnie at once proceeded to pack up the breakfast things in Sinfi's
basket. While she was doing this Sinfi and I went to the side of the
llyn.
'Sinfi, I know all--all you have done for Winnie, all you have done
for me.'
'You know about me takin' the cuss?' she said in astonishment.
'Gorgio cuss can't touch Romany, they say, but it did touch me.
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