At that she laughed again, and
made a peculiar gesture with her hand above her head. I uncovered my
banjo, swept my fingers across the strings, and struck into a fantastic
dance-measure, to the music of which we proceeded along the path, Elsie
slightly in advance, her feet keeping time to the airy measure. In
fact, she trod so lightly, with an elastic, undulating movement, that
with a little more it seemed as if she might float onward like a
spirit. The extreme whiteness of her feet attracted my eye, and I was
surprised to find that instead of being bare, as I had supposed, these
were incased in white satin slippers quaintly embroidered with gold
thread.
"'Elsie,' said I, lengthening my steps so as to come up with her,
'where do you live, and what do you do for a living?'
"'Sure, I live by myself,' she answered; 'and if you'd be after knowing
how, you must come and see for yourself.'
"'Are you in the habit of walking over the hills at night in shoes like
that?'
"'And why would I not?' she asked, in her turn. 'And where did your
honor get the pretty gold ring on your finger?'
"The ring, which was of no great intrinsic value, had struck my eye in
an old curiosity-shop in Cork.
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