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No she-bear of Lapland ever looked more fierce and hairy than did that woman, as, standing in the open part of the tent, with her head bent down, and her shoulders drawn up, seemingly about to precipitate herself upon me, she repeated, again and again, "My name is Herne, and I comes of the hairy ones! "I call God Duvel, brother." "It sounds very like Devil." "It doth, brother, it doth."
No she-bear of Lapland ever looked more fierce and hairy than did that woman, as standing in the open part of the tent, with her head bent down, and her shoulders drawn up, seemingly about to precipitate herself upon me, she repeated, again and again, 'My name is Herne, and I comes of the hairy ones! 'I call God Duvel, brother. 'It sounds very like Devil. 'It doth, brother, it doth.
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.
'Mi Duvel', you have taken, but you shall give back again, or there will be only one of us in the world! The music I have played for you that has told you all: the thing that was music from the beginning of Time, the will of the First of All. Fleda Druse, she was mine, she is my wife, and you, the Gorgio, come between, and she will not return to me."
One day an old Gipsy, who is said to be more than usually "deep" in Rommany, and to have had unusual opportunity for acquiring such knowledge from Gipsies older and deeper than himself, sent word to me, to know if "the rye" was aware that Boro Duvel, or the Great God, was an old Rommany expression for water?
"'Mi Duvel', but who would think ah, did you hear me call then?" he asked, rising from the plank couch where he had been sitting. He showed his teeth in a smile which was meant to be a welcome, but it had an involuntary malice. "I heard you singing," she answered composedly, "but I do not come here because I'm called." "But I do," he rejoined. "You called me from over the seas, and I came.
'Betwix' an' between, lovey; he cud walk straight an' talk straight, an' look arter his blessed life. 'Humph! seems as though he couldn't, said Mr Inspector, dryly. 'Duvel! that's a true sayin', said Mother Jael, with a nod, 'but I don' know wot cum to him, dearie.
And this was a Romany lass, daughter of his Chieftain, as he was son of a great Romany chief; and what marvel could there be that she who had been made his child wife, should be conquered as others had been! "'Mi Duvel', but I see!" he repeated in a husky fierceness.
No she-bear of Lapland ever looked more fierce and hairy than did that woman, as standing in the open part of the tent, with her head bent down, and her shoulders drawn up, seemingly about to precipitate herself upon me, she repeated, again and again,— ‘My name is Herne, and I comes of the hairy ones!—’ ‘I call God Duvel, brother.’ ‘It sounds very like Devil.’ ‘It doth, brother, it doth.’
"What does Oh baro devil, and all the rest of it mean?" "The Great God be with you," translated Chaldea swiftly, "and duvel is not devil as you Gorgios call it." "Only the difference of a letter," replied the Gentile lady good-humoredly. "Show us round your camp, my good girl."
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