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‘Then you are married, Jasper?’ ‘Ay, truly; I am husband and father. You will see wife and chabo anon.’ ‘Where are they now?’ ‘In the gav, penning dukkerin.’ ‘We were talking of language, Jasper?’ ‘True, brother.’ ‘Yours must be a rum one?’ ‘’Tis called Rommany.’ ‘I would gladly know it.’ ‘You need it sorely.’ ‘Would you teach it me?’ ‘None sooner.’ ‘Suppose we begin now?’
Fetch down your mailia go-cart and live here with your chabo. She then whipped on the horse, and ascended the pass, followed by the man. The carts were light, and they were not long in ascending the winding path. I followed to see that they took their departure. Arriving at the top, I found near the entrance a small donkey-cart, which I concluded belonged to the girl.
About forty years ago I was with my ro in Ceuta, for he was still a soldier of the king, and he said to me one day, 'I am tired of this place where there is no bread and less water, I will escape and turn Corahano; this night I will kill my sergeant and flee to the camp of the Moor. 'Do so, said I, 'my chabo, and as soon as may be I will follow you and become a Corahani. That same night he killed his sergeant, who five years before had called him Calo and cursed him, then running to the wall he dropped from it, and amidst many shots he escaped to the land of the Corahai, as for myself, I remained in the presidio of Ceuta as a suttler, selling wine and repani to the soldiers.
Fetch down your mailla go-cart and live here with your chabo." She then whipped on the horse, and ascended the pass, followed by the man. The carts were light, and they were not long in ascending the winding path. I followed to see that they took their departure. Arriving at the top, I found near the entrance a small donkey cart, which I concluded belonged to the girl.
I followed the crone, who led the way into the town, which was ruinous and seemingly half deserted; we went up the street, from which she turned into a narrow and dark lane, and presently opened the gate of a large dilapidated house; "Come in," said she. "And the gras?" I demanded. "Bring the gras in too, my chabo, bring the gras in too; there is room for the gras in my little stable."
'You need not be afraid, said I, addressing myself to the man, 'I mean you no harm; I am a wanderer like yourself come here to seek for shelter you need not be afraid; I am a Roman chabo by matriculation one of the right sort, and no mistake Good-day to ye, brother; I bid ye welcome.
‘You need not be afraid,’ said I, addressing myself to the man, ‘I mean you no harm; I am a wanderer like yourself—come here to seek for shelter—you need not be afraid; I am a Roman chabo by matriculation—one of the right sort, and no mistake—Good-day to ye, brother; I bid ye welcome.’
'Ay, truly; I am husband and father. You will see wife and chabo anon. 'Where are they now? 'In the gav, penning dukkerin. 'We were talking of language, Jasper? 'True, brother. 'Yours must be a rum one? ''Tis called Rommany. 'I would gladly know it. 'You need it sorely. 'Would you teach it me? 'None sooner. 'Suppose we begin now? 'Suppose we do, brother.
"Then you are married, Jasper?" "Ay, truly; I am husband and father. You will see wife and chabo anon." "Where are they now?" "In the gav, penning dukkerin." "We were talking of language, Jasper?" "True, brother." "Yours must be a rum one?" "'Tis called Rommany." "I would gladly know it." "You need it sorely." "Would you teach it me?" "None sooner." "Suppose we begin now."
"You need not be afraid," said I, addressing myself to the man, "I mean you no harm; I am a wanderer like yourself come here to seek for shelter you need not be afraid; I am a Roman chabo by matriculation one of the right sort, and no mistake. Good-day to ye, brother; I bid ye welcome."
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