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There went the barouche, dashing through the rain gushes, and in it one whose boast it was that he was equal to "either fortune". Many have heard of that man many may be desirous of knowing yet more of him. I have nothing to do with that man's after-life he fulfilled his dukkeripen. "A bad, violent man!"
Nowhere else can the swarthy chals find gorgios so ready to purchase a doctored nag, or the dark-eyed chis so easily cozen credulous villagers and simple servant-girls by the mysteries of dukkeripen.
The dukkeripen says you'll marry her yit; a love like yourn can follow the tryenest patrin as ever wur laid. Then she would play on her crwth and say, 'Ah, brother, I shall be able to make this crwth bring ye a sight o' Winnie's livin' mullo if she's alive, and there ain't a sperrit of the hills as wouldn't answer to it.
What I sez to myself when I made up my mind to take the cuss on me wur this: "I'll make her dukkeripen come true; I'll take her to him in Wales, and then we'll part. We'll part on Snowdon, an' I'll go one way an' they'll go another, jist like them two streams as start from Gorphwysfa an' go runnin' down till one on 'em takes the sea at Carnarvon, and t'other at Tremadoc."
That's the only way to master a dukkeripen. It ain't often that Romanies or Gorgios or anything that lives can master his own dukkeripen. I've been thinkin' a good deal about sich things since I took that cuss on me. Night arter night have I laid awake thinkin' about these 'ere things, and, brother, I believe I have done what no livin' creatur ever done before I've mastered my own dukkeripen.
"'Something like a stream of blood. "'That cloud foreshoweth a bloody dukkeripen. "'A bloody fortune! said I. 'And whom may it betide? "'Who knows? said the Gypsy. "Down the way, dashing and splashing, and scattering man, horse, and cart to the left and right, came an open barouche, drawn by four smoking steeds, with postillions in scarlet jackets, and leather skull-caps.
He has been wonderfully kind, and his wishes should be complied with. 'No, brother, said Sinfi, 'I shall never go to Hurstcote Manor no more. 'Surely you will, Sinfi. Winnie tells me of the deep regard that Mr. D'Arcy has for you. 'Never no more. Winifred's dukkeripen on Snowdon has come true, and it wur me what made it come true.
My mammy used to say that the dukkeripen of every livin' thing comes true at last. "Is there anythink in the whole world," she would say, "more crafty nor one o' those old broad-finned trouts in Knockers' Llyn? But that trout's got his dukkeripen, an' it comes true at last.
The dukkeripen says you'll marry her yit, and you will. She can't be dead when the sun and the golden clouds say you'll marry her at last. Her as is dead must ha' been somebody else. 'Sinfi, you know there is no hope. 'It might not ha' bin your Winnie, arter all, said she. 'It might ha' bin some poor innocent as her feyther used to beat.
'And yit the dukkeripen on Snowdon said, clear and plain enough, as they'd surely marry at last. What's become o' the stolen trúshul, brother the cross? she inquired aloud. But what's it all to me? she said in a tone of suppressed anger that startled me. 'I ain't a Gorgie, 'But, Sinfi, the cross cannot be buried again.
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