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The blood mounted to Jethro's forehead, and he made an angry gesture. "And leave you here for him! 'Mi Duvel! I can only die once, and I would rather die near you than far away," he exclaimed. His eyes had a sardonic look, there was a savage edge to his tongue, yet his face was flushed with devouring emotion and he was quivering with hope.
"I tell you what, brother, if you ever sinivate again that I could be the third thing, so help me duvel! I'll do you a mischief. By my God I will!" "Well, Ursula, I assure you that I shall sinivate, as you call it, nothing of the kind about you. I have no doubt, from what you have said, that you are a very paragon of virtue a perfect Lucretia; but "
It's the way with a woman, always acting, always imagining herself something else than what she is if she's a beggar fancying herself a princess; if she's a princess fancying herself a flower-girl. 'Mi Duvel', but I know you all!" Every word he said went home. She knew that there was truth in what he said, and that beneath all was the Romany blood; but she meant to conquer it.
The blood mounted to Jethro's forehead, and he made an angry gesture. "And leave you here for him! 'Mi Duvel! I can only die once, and I would rather die near you than far away," he exclaimed. His eyes had a sardonic look, there was a savage edge to his tongue, yet his face was flushed with devouring emotion and he was quivering with hope.
Boro Duvel, or "Great God," an Old Gipsy term for Water Bishnoo or Vishnu, the Rain-God The Rain, called God's Blood by Gipsies The Snow, "Angel's Feathers."
'Blackguards to blackguards, and birds of a feather' murmured Tinkler; then asked if Jentham had told Mother Jael anything about himself. 'He! screeched the old hag, 'he niver tol' me a word. He cum an' he go'd; but he kep his red rag to himself, he did. Duvel! he was a cunning one that Jentham. 'Was his name Jentham, mother; or was it something else?
An' when yuv's Duvel jinned there was a tem, he kaired bitti tiknos an' foki for the tem an' I don't jin no more of it. Kekoomi. An' that is a wery tidy little story of the leaf, and it sikkers that the holluf was the first leaf. Tacho." "Sir, I will tell you the oldest word for a leaf and that is an olive.
Mahadeva, or Mahadev, exists apparently in the mouth of every English Gipsy in the phrase "Maduveleste!" or, God bless you. This word Maduvel is often changed to Mi duvel, and is generally supposed to mean "My God;" but I was once assured, that the old and correct form was Ma, meaning great, and that it only meant great in connection with Duvel.
He looked at her piercingly, and the pupils of his eyes narrowed to a pin-point. "You would have shot me you are armed?" he questioned. "Am I the only woman that has armed herself against you and such as you? Do you not see?" "Mi Duvel, but I do see now with a thousand eyes!" he said hoarsely. His senses were reeling.
If you had hurt it I'd have hurt you, Mr. Fawe," Ingolby said with a grim smile. "That fiddle's got too much in it to waste it." "Mi Duvel! Mi Duvel!" gasped the Romany in his fury. "You can say that as much as you like, but if you play any more of your monkey tricks here, my Paganini, I will wring your neck," Ingolby returned, his six feet of solid flesh making a movement of menace.
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