nfi call out, 'Look, brother!' I felt
that my own being, physical and mental, had passed into a new phase,
and that resistance to some mighty power governing my blood was
impossible.

'Look straight afore you, brother, and you'll see Winnie's face.
She's alive, brother, and the dukkeripen of the Golden Hand will come
true, and mine will come true. Oh, mammy, mammy!'

At first I saw nothing, but after a while two blue eyes seemed gazing
at me as through a veil of evening haze. They were looking straight
at me, those beloved eyes--they were sparkling with childish
happiness as they had sparkled through the vapours of the pool when
she walked towards me that morning on the brink of Knockers' Llyn.

Starting up and throwing up my arms, I cried, 'My darling!' The
vision vanished. Then turning round, I looked at Sinfi. She seemed
listening to a voice I could not hear--her face was pale with
emotion. I could hear her breath coming and going heavily; her bosom
rose and fell, and the necklace of coral and gold coins around her
throat trembled like a shuddering snake while she murmured, 'My
dukkeripen! Yes, mammy, I've gone ag'in you and broke my promise,
and this is the very Gorgio as you meant.'

'Call the vision back,' I said; 'play the air again, dear Sinfi.'

She sprang in front of me, and seizing one of my wrists, she gazed in
my face, and said, 'Yes, it's "dear Sinfi"! You wants dear Sinfi to
fiddle the Gorgie's livin' mullo back to you.'

I looked into the dark eyes, lately so kind. I did not know them.
They were dilated and grown red-brown in hue, like the scorched
colour of a North African lion's mane, and along the eyelashes a
phosphorescent light seemed to play. What did it mean? Was it indeed
Sinfi standing there, rigid as a column, with a clenched brown fist
drawn up to the broad, heaving breast, till the knuckles shone white,
as if about to strike me? What made her throw out her arms as if
struggling desperately with the air, or with some unseen foe who was
binding her with chains?

I stood astounded, watching her, as she gradually calmed down and
became herself again; but I was deeply perplexed and deeply troubled.

After a while she said, 'Let's go back to "the Place,"' and without
waiting for my acquiescence, she strode along down the path towards
Beddgelert.

I was quickly by her side, but felt as little in the mood for talking
as she did. Suddenly a small lizard glided from the grass.

'The Roma