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'Well, said the latter, 'one thing I will say, which is, that there is only one on earth worthy to stand up in front of this she and that is the beauty of the world, as far as man flesh is concerned, Tawno Chikno; what a pity he did not come down! 'Tawno Chikno, said Mrs.
I understand; I am sorry for them. And so you are here alone?" "Not quite alone, brother!" "No, not alone; but with the rest Tawno Chikno takes care of you." "Takes care of me, brother!" "Yes, stands to you in the place of a father keeps you out of harm's way." "What do you take me for, brother?" "For about three years older than myself."
‘Where I shall never see them, brother; at least, I hope so.’ ‘Not dead?’ ‘No, not dead; they are bitchadey pawdel.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘Sent across—banished.’ ‘Ah! I understand; I am sorry for them. And so you are here alone?’ ‘Not quite alone, brother.’ ‘No, not alone; but with the rest—Tawno Chikno takes care of you.’ ‘Takes care of me, brother!’
Petulengro; who, having refilled the cup, now emptied it at a draught. "Your health in Rommany, brother," said Tawno Chikno, to whom the cup came next. "The Rommany Rye," said a third. "The Gypsy gentleman," exclaimed a fourth, drinking. And then they all sang in chorus: Here the Gypsy gemman see, With his Roman jib and his rome and dree Rome and dree, rum and dry Rally round the Rommany Rye.
"And why not, sister?" "Because I place no confidence in your words, brother; as I said before, you countenances him." "Well," said I, "I know nothing of your private concerns; I am come on an errand. Isopel Berners, down in the dell there, requests the pleasure of Mr. and Mrs. Petulengro's company at breakfast. She will be happy also to see you, madam," said I, addressing Mrs. Chikno.
'Yes, and horses too; bring me the most vicious in the land, if I whisper he'll be tame. 'Then the more shame for you a snake-fellow a horse-witch and a lil- reader yet you can't shift for yourself. I laugh at you, brother! 'Then you can shift for yourself? 'For myself and for others, brother. 'And what does Chikno? 'Sells me horses, when I bid him. Those horses on the chong were mine.
Petulengro and Tawno Chikno talking over their everyday affairs in the language of the tents; which circumstance did not fail to give rise to deep reflection in those moments when, planting my elbows on the deal desk, I rested my chin upon my hands.
‘Then you can shift for yourself?’ ‘For myself and for others, brother.’ ‘And what does Chikno?’ ‘Sells me horses, when I bid him. Those horses on the chong were mine.’ ‘And has he none of his own?’ ‘Sometimes he has; but he is not so well off as myself.
'We'll no longer call you Sap-engro, brother, said he; but rather Lav-engro, which in the language of the gorgios meaneth Word-master. 'Nay, brother, said Tawno Chikno, with whom I had become very intimate, 'you had better call him Cooro-mengro, I have put on the gloves with him, and find him a pure fist-master; I like him for that, for I am a Cooro-mengro myself, and was born at Brummagem.
Petulengro gazed on Belle with unmixed admiration: so did her husband. 'Well, said the latter, 'one thing I will say, which is, that there is only one on earth worthy to stand up in front of this she, and that is the beauty of the world, as far as man flesh is concerned, Tawno Chikno; what a pity he did not come down! . . . "Mrs.
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