is the very
time an' this is the very place where I am a-goin' to leave you an'
all Gorgios.'

'Part on Snowdon, Sinfi!' I exclaimed.

'That's what we're a-goin' to do, brother. What I sez to myself when
I made up my mind to take the cuss on me wur this: "I'll make her
dukkeripen come true; I'll take her to him in Wales, and then we'll
part. We'll part on Snowdon, an' I'll go one way an' they'll go
another, jist like them two streams as start from Gorphwysfa an' go
runnin' down till one on 'em takes the sea at Carnarvon, and t'other
at Tremadoc." Yis, brother, it's on Snowdon where you an' Winnie
Wynne sees the last o' Sinfi Lovell.'

Distressed as I was at her words, that inflexible look on her face I
understood only too well. 'But there is Mr. D'Arcy to consider,' I
said. 'Winnie tells me that it is the particular wish of Mr. D'Arcy
that you and she should return to him at Hurstcote Manor. He has been
wonderfully kind, and his wishes should be complied with.'

'No, brother,' said Sinfi, 'I shall never go to Hurstcote Manor no
more.'

'Surely you will, Sinfi. Winnie tells me of the deep regard that Mr.
D'Arcy has for you.'

'Never no more. Winifred's dukkeripen on Snowdon has come true, and
it wur me what made it come true. Yis, it wur Sinfi Lovell and nobody
else what made that dukkeripen come true.'

And again her face was illuminated by the triumphant expression which
it wore when she returned to Knockers' Llyn with Winnie.

'It was indeed your noble self-sacrifice for Winnie and me that made
the dukkeripen of the Golden Hand come true.'

'It worn't all for you and Winnie, Hal. I ain't a-goin' to let you
think better on me than I desarve. It wur partly for you, and it wur
partly for my dear mammy, and it wur partly for myself. Listen to me,
Hal Aylwin. _When I made Winnie's dukkeripen come true I made my own
dukkeripen come to naught at the same time_. The only way to make a
dukkeripen come to naught is to make another dukkeripen what
conterdicks it come true. That's the only way to master a dukkeripen.
It ain't often that Romanies or Gorgios or anything that lives can
master his own dukkeripen. I've been thinkin' a good deal about sich
things since I took that cuss on me. Night arter night have I laid
awake thinkin' about these 'ere things, and, brother, I believe I
have done what no livin' creatur ever done before--I've mastered my
own dukkeripen. My mammy used to say that the dukkeripen of every
livi