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A vicious pair of devils looked out of the decent widow's eyes in a moment, and at once she became the Romany. "Hai! She knows, does she, the drab! I hope to see her hanged." "For what?" "For killing of Hearne, may his bones rest sweetly." Miss Greeby suppressed an exclamation. "She accuses Lady Agnes of laying a trap by writing a letter, and says that Mr. Lambert fired the shot." "Avali! Avali!"
"That is good, too. There are a great many men who would like to live as long." "Tacho, true. But an old coat can hold out better than a man. So, unless a man could get a new life every year, as they say the hepputs, the little lizards do, he needn't hope to live like an oak." "Do the lizards get a new life every year?" "Avali. A hepput only lives one year, and then he begins life over again."
Lambert ignored the question. "Have you the bullet with you?" "Avali," Chaldea nodded. "It lies in my pocket." "Then we shall see at The Manor if it fits the pistol." "Hai! you have left the shooter at the big house," said the girl, falling into the trap, and thereby proved to Lambert at least that she was really in the dark as regards the true criminal.
One Sunday an old Gipsy was assuring me, with a great appearance of piety, that on that day she neither told fortunes nor worked at any kind of labour in fact, she kept it altogether correctly. "Avali, dye," I replied. "Do you know what the Gipsies in Germany say became of their church?" "Kek," answered the old lady. "No. What is it?"
"Avali!" cried Chaldea, clapping her hands and nodding toward the cottage with a meaning smile, "there's the bonfire to celebrate the luck." A week later and Lambert was seated in the library of The Manor, looking worn and anxious. His wan appearance was not due so much to what he had passed through, trying as late events had been, as to his dread of what Inspector Darby was about to say.
'Did Pharaoh make horse-shoes? 'The first who ever did, brother. 'Pharaoh lived in Egypt. 'So did we once, brother. 'And you left it? 'My fathers did, brother. 'And why did they come here? 'They had their reasons, brother. 'And you are not English? 'We are not gorgios. 'And you have a language of your own? 'Avali. 'This is wonderful.
"I come to your tent, brother," she said with very bright eyes. "Eh? Yes!" Pine aroused himself out of a brown study. "Avali, miri pen. You have things to say to me?" "Golden things, which have to do with your happiness and mine, brother." "Hai? A wedding-ring, sister." "Truly, brother, if you be a true Romany and not the Gentile you call yourself."
"Pine a gypsy," muttered Lambert, and the memory of that dark, lean, Eastern face impressed him with the belief that what the girl said was true. "Avali. A true son of the road. He is here." "Here?" Lambert started violently. "What do you mean?" "I say what I mean, rye. He you call Pine is in our camp enjoying the old life. Shall I bring him to you?" she inquired demurely.
Chaldea nodded with a triumphant smile. "Avali! And why not? You have no right to love another man's romi." "I do not love her," began Lambert, and then checked himself, as he really could not discuss so delicate a matter with this wildcat. "Why did you listen, may I ask?" he demanded, passing his tongue over his dry lips. "Because I love you, and love is jealous."
‘My fathers did, brother.’ ‘And why did they come here?’ ‘They had their reasons, brother.’ ‘And you are not English?’ ‘We are not gorgios.’ ‘And you have a language of your own?’ ‘Avali.’ ‘This is wonderful.’
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