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I had intended to go to London at once after leaving Gypsy Dell, but something that Sinfi told me during our interview impelled me to go on to Raxton Hall, which was so near. The fact that Sinfi was my kinswoman opened up new and exciting vistas of thought. I understood now what was that haunting sense of recognition which came upon me when I first saw Sinfi at the wayside inn in Wales.
But as to what Tom could 'a dun with the carpus, I'm allus heer'd that you may dew anythink with any-think, if you on'y send it carriage-paid to Lunnon, I left the house in anger and disgust. No tidings could I get of Winifred in Raxton or Graylingham. By this time I was thoroughly worn out, and obliged to go home. My anxiety had become nearly insupportable.
This picture still hangs in the portrait gallery of Raxton Hall. As a child it had an immense attraction for me, and no wonder, for it was original to actual eccentricity.
He was, however, a well-connected man, reduced to his present position by drink. He had lived in Raxton until he returned to Wales, which was his birthplace having obtained there some appointment the nature of which I never could understand. In Wales he had got married; and there his wife had died shortly after the birth of Winnie.
He had called at the cottage as he passed along Wilderness Road towards Raxton, and the result of this was that the organist came to speak to him at our house upon some matter in connection with the funeral service. My mother was greatly vexed at this. Her conduct on the occasion alarmed me.
D'Arcy," I said to myself, "must know more than he has told me." Then, of course, came thoughts about you. I wondered why you had allowed me to drift away from you in this manner. True, I was probably removed from Raxton immediately after my illness, when you were very ill, as I knew; but then you had recovered! When Winifred reached this point in her story, I said,
In the same way, these pages are written to tell how I was made a painter by love of her whom I first saw in Raxton churchyard, her who filled my being as Beatrice filled the being of Dante when 'the spirit of life, which hath its dwelling in the secretest chamber of the heart, began to tremble so violently that the least pulses of his body shook therewith.
And what brought you into contact with Sinfi again after after after you and I were parted in Raxton? 'Ah! that is a strange story indeed, said Winifred. 'It bewilders me to recall it as much as it will bewilder you when you come to hear it. I, too, seem to have been ill, and quite unconscious for months and months. 'Winnie, I said, 'tell me this strange story about yourself.
She moved towards the same dangerous ledge of rock where I had last seen her on that day before she vanished in the mist. I cried out as I followed her, 'Winnie, for God's sake don't run that danger! 'No danger at all, she cried. 'I know every rock as well as you know every boulder of Raxton Cliffs. I watched her poising herself on the ledge; it made me dizzy.
I have had the wildest hallucinations concerning you; dreams, intolerable dreams. And even now they hang about me; even now it seems to me that we are far away from Raxton, surrounded by the hills and peaks of Snowdon. If they were real you would be the dream, but you are real; this waist is real. 'Of course we are on Snowdon, Henry! said she.
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