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If he had been her husband she would not have dared to propose to him what she did propose. He was amiable enough as a slave, because he had no hold over her, but if she married him according to the gypsy law, he would then be her master, and should she indulge her fancy for a Gentile, he would assuredly use a very nasty-looking knife, which he wore under the green coat.
She could even hear the pigeons walking on the roof overhead and hopping on the shingles, with a tap, from the little fence that went about the house-top. When Mr. Leicester waked he still wished to hear the "Scholar Gypsy," which was accordingly begun again, and repeated with only two or three stops.
The water gurgled over the fallen statue, whose pretty, upraised hands were snapped at the wrist, and the wondering face crushed in. There was a moment's silence. "Don't you tell!" said Sarah at length; "nobody saw it fall, and they'll never think you did it. You just seem surprised, and keep still about it." Gypsy flushed to her forehead. "Why, Sarah Rowe! how can you say such a thing?
"There was a tribe of Gypsies camping near the Parsons estate. They all went over to have their fortunes told just for a lark, you know. It was after dinner one evening, and there was company. Nettie's Aunt Rachel had dressed her best, and she wore the necklace to the Gypsy camp. "That very night the Parsons' house was robbed.
This convincing character sketch seems to show the real Borrow. Mr F. J. Bowring, himself no friend of Borrow's for very obvious reasons, has described this artificial intonation as something between a beggar's whine and the high-pitched voice of a gypsy in sort, a falsetto.
The executioner and the sergeants entered the cell. The mother offered no resistance, only she dragged herself towards her daughter and threw herself bodily upon her. The gypsy beheld the soldiers approach. The horror of death reanimated her, "Mother!" she shrieked, in a tone of indescribable distress, "Mother! they are coming! defend me!"
"Have you anything to say before I pronounce sentence of death upon you?" "I have," answered Bucky, looking him straight in the eyes. "I am an American, and I demand the rights of a citizen of the United States." "An American?" Incredulously Megales lifted his eyebrows. "You are a Spanish gypsy, my friend." The ranger was fairly caught in his own trap.
"Melanie wrote that." By way of reply Lorand in bitter inexpressible pain turned his gaze towards the letter. And the gypsy girl knew what that gaze said, knew what was written in that letter: with a wild beast's passion she tore it from Lorand's hand and passionately shred it into fragments and cast it on the ground, then trampled upon its pieces, as one tramples upon running spiders.
Leave this place if you wish to keep the secret of your birth from your wife. Lady Garvington and Mrs. Belgrove, and a lot of people from The Manor, are coming to the camp to get their fortunes told. You are sure to be spotted." "I shall keep myself out of sight," said Pine sullenly and suspiciously. "Some of your gypsy friends may let the cat out of the bag."
Ah-oha-oha-oha-ho," sang the gypsy, clapping her hands softly, then, as the music came breathing from the hidden violin in dreamy sensuous tones, she raised her bare arms and began to dance. The place, the dancer, the hour, the mysterious music, and the pale enchantments of the moon it was like fairyland. Lambert soon let his cigar go out, so absorbed did he become in watching the dance.
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