'I have seen your famous living-waggon,' she said. 'It goes wherever
the Lovells go. Let us follow her. You can stay at Bettws or Capel
Curig, and I can stay with Sinfi.'
I told her how strong was Sinfi's wish that we should not do so.
Winnie soon yielded her point, and we began leisurely our descent
westward, along that same path which Sinfi and I had taken on that
other evening, which now seemed so far away, when we walked down to
Llanberis with the setting sun in our faces. If my misery could then
only find expression in sighs and occasional ejaculations of pain,
absolutely dumb was the bliss that came to me now, growing in power
with every moment, as the scepticism of my mind about the reality of
the new heaven before me gave way to the triumphant acceptance of it
by my senses and my soul.
The beauty of the scene--the touch of the summer breeze, soft as
velvet even when it grew boisterous, the perfume of the Snowdonian
flowerage that came up to meet us, seemed to pour in upon me through
the music of Winnie's voice which seemed to be fusing them all.
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