this.'

Strong as Sinfi Lovell was, the effect of the transmission upon her
nervous system was to me appalling. Indeed it was much greater,
Mivart said, than he was prepared for. Poor Panuel Lovell kept gazing
at us, and then said, 'It's cruel to let one woman kill herself for
another; but when her as kills herself is a Romany, and t'other a
Gorgie, it's what I calls a blazin' shame. She would do it, my poor
chavi would do it. "No harm can't come on it," says she, "because a
Gorgio cuss can't touch a Romany." An' now see what's come on it.'

Mivart would not hear of Sinfi's returning at present to the Gypsies,
as she required special treatment. Hence there was no course left
open to us but that of keeping her here attended by a nurse whom
Mivart sent. While the recurrent paroxysms were severe, Sinfi was to
be carefully kept apart from Miss Wynne until it should become quite
clear how much and how little Miss Wynne remembered of her past life.
Mivart, however, leaned to the opinion that nothing could recall to
her mind the catastrophe that caused the seizure. By an unforeseen
accident they met, and I was at first fearful of the consequences,
but soon found that Mivart's theory was right. No ill effects
whatever followed the meeting. Sinfi's transmitted paroxysms have
gradually become less acute and less frequent, and Miss Wynne has
been constantly with her and ministering to her; the affection
between them seems to have been of long standing, and very great.

I found that Miss Wynne remembered all her past life down to her
first seizure on Raxton sands, while everything that had since passed
was a blank. Since her recovery her presence here has seemed to shed
a richer sunlight over the old place, but of course she is no longer
the fairy child who before her cure fascinated me more than any other
living creature could have done.

Apart from her sweet companionship, she has been of great service to
me in my art. When I learnt who she was, I should not have dreamed of
asking her to sit to me as a model without having first taken your
views, and you were, as I understood, abroad; but she herself
generously volunteered to sit to me for a picture I had in my mind,
'The Spirit of Snowdon.' It was a failure, however, and I abandoned
it. Afterwards, knowing that I was at my wits' end for a model in the
painting I have been for a long time at work upon, 'Zenelophon,' she
again offered to sit to me. The result has been that th