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She knew he was gone out of the world, there was merely the same world, and absence, his absence. The night seemed large and vacuous. Lanterns swayed here and there, people were talking in an undertone on the launch and in the boats. She could hear Winifred moaning: 'OH DO FIND HER GERALD, DO FIND HER, and someone trying to comfort the child. Gudrun paddled aimlessly here and there.
And Winifred is sharp enough, but she never pays attention three minutes together; I could not undertake her, I should do her harm and myself too. 'I am rather of your opinion, so far, said Lady Merton; 'but you have said nothing against Dora. 'Dora! said Helen; 'yes, she has always been tolerably good, but she knows nearly as much as I do.
Under my father's will, a considerable legacy had come to me, and, after going to London to receive this, I made the circuit of the West of England with Sinfi's people. No sign whatever of Winifred did I find in any of the camps.
Lydgate ought not to be hurried away without being allowed to accept another cup of tea: Miss Winifred had abundance of good tea in the pot. Why was Camden in such haste to take a visitor to his den? There was nothing but pickled vermin, and drawers full of blue-bottles and moths, with no carpet on the floor. Mr. Lydgate must excuse it. A game at cribbage would be far better.
Whilst thus engaged, I felt myself touched on the shoulder, and, looking round, perceived the woman, whom the stranger called Winifred, standing close to me. The moon was shining brightly upon her, and I observed that she was very good-looking, with a composed, yet cheerful expression of countenance; her dress was plain and primitive, very much resembling that of a Quaker.
He made no answer; whereupon, laying her hand gently on his shoulder, she said, in the peculiar soft and tender tone which I had heard her use on a former occasion, ‘Take comfort, Peter; what has happened now to afflict thee?’ Peter removed his hand from his face. ‘The old pain, the old pain,’ said he; ‘I was talking with this young man, and he would fain know what brought me here, he would fain hear my tale, Winifred—my sin: O pechod Ysprydd Glan!
"He's going to lie down," said Winifred as Fluff moved his head about quickly; and in a moment the tired little creature had stretched himself at their feet. "What shall we do? I am sure Fluff can't take us home," exclaimed Winifred, "and we can't go and leave him here." "It can't be very far from home," responded Ruth.
Ted, you take Velma and Maud, and be careful not to divulge any club secrets; Janet, you tag along with Winifred and just gush to death over that timid little blonde who seems to have a whole bag full of hand made handkerchiefs for weeps. Jane, may I have the honor of your company?" Judith's black eyes looked into Jane's gray orbs that asked and answered so many questions.
I could not have tolerated this prattle about Gypsy superstitions had I not observed that through it all the Gypsy was on the qui vive, looking for the traces of her path that Winifred had unconsciously left behind her. Had the Gypsy been following the trail with the silence of an American Indian, she could not have worked more carefully than she was now working while her tongue went rattling on.
He had not half repaid Winifred Child for her rudeness with his coldness, yet no sooner was he in the huge gray automobile which could comfortably have seated eight instead of six than he felt a pang of remorse, exactly like a gimlet twisting through his heart from top to bottom. "I oughtn't to have left her like that!" he reproached himself.
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