I wur
very bad, brother. Howsomedever, it's all gone now. But how did you
come to know about it? Winnie don't know herself, so she couldn't ha'
told you; and I promised Mr. D'Arcy that if ever I wur to see you
anywheres I wouldn't talk about it--leaseways not till he could tell
you hisself or write to you full.'
'Winnie does not know about it,' I said, 'but I do. I know that in
order to save her life--in order to save us both--you allowed her
illness to pass on to you, at your own peril. But you mustn't talk of
its being a curse, Sinfi. It was just an illness like any other
illness, and the doctor passed it on to you in the same way that
doctors sometimes do pass on such illnesses. Doctors can't cure
curses, you know. You will soon be quite well again, and then you
will forget all about what you call the curse.'
'I'm well enough now, brother; but see, Winnie has packed the things,
and she's waiting to go up.'
We then began the ascent.
Ah, that ascent! I wish I had time and space to describe it. Up the
same path we went which Sinfi and I had followed on that memorable
morning when my heart was as sad as it was buoyant now.
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