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Updated: July 11, 2025
"My wife?" said I. "Yes, young man, your wife your lawful certificated wife?" "No," said I. "She is not my wife." "Then I will not visit with her," said Mrs. Chikno. "I countenance nothing in the roving line." "What do you mean by the roving line?" I demanded. "What do I mean by the roving line? Why, by it I mean such conduct as is not tatcheno.
He also boxed with the godlike Tawno Chikno, who in turn pronounced him worthy to bear the name "Cooro-mengro," fist-fellow or fist-master. He frequently accompanied Mr Petulengro to neighbouring fairs and markets, riding one of the gypsy's horses. At other times the two would roam over the gorse-covered Mousehold, discoursing largely about things Romany.
"Yes," said the recruiting sergeant, "kauloes and lolloes; and all the lolloes have to do is to kick and cut down the kauloes, and take from them their rupees, which mean silver money. Why do you stare so?" "Why," said I, "this is the very language of Mr. Petulengro." "Mr. Pet ?" "Yes," said I, "and Tawno Chikno."
Apart from these characters, the men and women of "Lavengro" and "The Romany Rye" are all in harmony with one another, with Borrow, and with Borrow's world. Jasper Petulengro and his wife, his sister Ursula, the gigantic Tawno Chikno, the witch Mrs.
"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.
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.
With the sharp end of this he was making holes in the earth at about twenty inches distance from each other, into which he inserted certain long rods with a considerable bend towards the top, which constituted the timbers of the tent and the supporters of the canvas. Mrs. Petulengro and a female with a crutch in her hand, whom I recognised as Mrs. Chikno, sat near him on the ground.
My rapid progress in the former astonished, while it delighted, Jasper. ‘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 and Tawno Chikno. And as I sat conning the newspaper three individuals entered the room, and seated themselves in the box at the farther end of which I was.
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