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I tell you one thing, Black John, or Anselo, for t'other an't your name, the same thing I told the young man here: be civil, or you will rue it." The fellow looked at the girl furiously, but his glance soon quailed before hers; he withdrew his eyes, and cast them on my little horse, which was feeding amongst the trees. "What's this?" said he, rushing forward and seizing the animal.
I tell you one thing, Black John, or Anselo, for t'other ain't your name, the same thing I told the young man here, be civil, or you will rue it. The fellow looked at the girl furiously, but his glance soon quailed before hers; he withdrew his eyes, and cast them on my little horse, which was feeding amongst the trees. 'What's this? said he, rushing forward and seizing the animal.
I tell you one thing, Black John or Anselo,—for t’other ain’t your name,—the same thing I told the young man here, be civil, or you will rue it.’
There was a babel of cursing and screaming, much brandishing of belts and tent-rods, when suddenly an arbiter appeared, a white-haired, brown-eyed, calm Colossus, speaking Romany fluently, and drinking deep draughts of ale in a quarter of an hour Tommy Atkins and Anselo Stanley were sworn friends over a loving-quart.
"No," said I; "and, moreover, I am aware, notwithstanding your evasion, Ursula, that marriages and connections now and then occur between gorgios and Romany chies; the result of which is the mixed breed, called half and half, which is at present travelling about England, and to which the Flaming Tinman belongs, otherwise called Anselo Herne."
"As for the half and halfs," said Ursula, "they are a bad set; and there is not a worse blackguard in England than Anselo Herne." "All that you say may be very true, Ursula, but you admit that there are half and halfs." "The more's the pity, brother." "Pity, or not, you admit the fact; but how do you account for it?"
'Won't the horse satisfy you? 'Horse nor bellows either. 'No mercy, then? 'Here's at you. 'Mind your eyes, Jack. There, you've got it. I thought so, shouted the girl, as the fellow staggered back from a sharp blow in the eye; 'I thought he was chaffing at you all along. 'Never mind, Anselo.
"Won't the horse satisfy you?" "Horse nor bellows either." "No mercy, then." "Here's at you." "Mind your eyes, Jack. There, you've got it. I thought so," shouted the girl, as the fellow staggered back from a sharp blow in the eye. "I thought he was chaffing at you all along." "Never mind, Anselo.
There, you’ve got it. I thought so,’ shouted the girl, as the fellow staggered back from a sharp blow in the eye; ‘I thought he was chaffing at you all along.’ ‘Never mind, Anselo. You know what to do—go in,’ said the vulgar woman, who had hitherto not spoken a word, but who now came forward with all the look of a fury; ‘go inapopli; you’ll smash ten like he.’
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