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Updated: June 22, 2025
Among the ashes left by a previous fire her bantam-cock Pharaoh was busy pecking, scratching, and calling up imaginary hens to feast upon his imaginary 'finds. I entered the Dell, and before Sinfi saw me I was close to her. She was muttering to the refractory fire as though it were a live thing, and asking it why it refused to burn beneath the kettle.
'Well, if Gorgios don't believe enough, Sinfi, if there is not enough superstition among certain Gorgio acquaintances of mine, it's a pity, said Cyril.
Entering the studio, I found myself behind a tall easel where Cyril was at work. I was concealed from him, and also from Wilderspin and Sinfi. On my left stood Cyril's caricature of Wilderspin's 'Faith and Love, upon which the light from a window was falling aslant!
'Pull that ugly mug o' yourn straight, Jim Herne, said Sinfi, 'else I'll come and pull it straight for you. Wilderspin took no notice of the interruption, but addressed me as though no one else were within earshot. 'Imagine yourself standing in an Egyptian city, where innumerable lamps of every hue are shining. It is one of the great lamp-fêtes of Sais, which all Egypt has come to see.
The fire was blazing beneath a kettle slung from the 'kettle-prop. The party were waiting for us. Sinfi, however, never idle, was filling up the time by giving lessons in riding to Euri and Sylvester Lovell, two dusky urchins in their early teens, while her favourite bantam-cock Pharaoh, standing on a donkey's back, his wattles gleaming like coral in the sun, was crowing lustily.
'Yes, I said, 'I am convinced that my illusion is the result of two causes, my own brooding over Winnie's tragedy and the glamour that Sinfi sheds around her, either consciously or unconsciously; that imperious imagination of hers which projects her own visions upon the senses of another person either with or without an exercise of her own will. This is the explanation, I am convinced.
'Reia Hal Aylwin you knows very well that any man, Gorgio or Romany, as followed Sinfi Lovell when she told him not, 'ud ketch a body-blow as wouldn't leave him three hull ribs, nor a ounce o' wind to bless hisself with. 'But I am now one of the Lovells, and I shall go with you. I am a Romany myself I mean I am becoming more and more of a Romany every day and every hour.
When Winnie got to this point she said, 'Yes, Henry, poor Sinfi seems in some unaccountable way to have learnt all about that piece of parchment and the curse written upon it. She has been under the extraordinary delusion that her own father, poor Panuel Lovell, was the violator of the tomb, and that she has inherited the curse.
Painful and agonising as had been my suspense, my oscillation between hope and dread, during my wanderings with the Lovells, these wanderings had not been without their moments of comfort, for all of which I had been indebted to Sinfi.
An' I says to her, "Mammy dear, afore my heart shall break for any Gorgio I'll cut it out with this 'ere knife," an' I draw'd her knife out o' her frock an' put it in my own, and here it is. And Sinfi pulled out her knife and showed it to me. 'An' now, brother, I'm goin' to tell you somethink else, an' what I'm goin' to tell you'll show we're goin' to part for ever an' ever.
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