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"Oh, if they are no use to you," Tommy said sweetly, "me and Corp is willing to buy them off you for threepence." Then Gav became a scorner of duplicity, but he had to consent to the bargain, and again Corp said to Tommy, "Oh, you crittur!" But he was sorry to lose a fellow-conspirator. "There's just the twa o' us now," he sighed. "Just twa!" cried Tommy. "What are you havering about, man?
"Corp," said Tommy, calmly, "I wonder at you. Do you no ken yet that the best plan is to leave a thing to me?" "Blethering gowks that we are, of course it is!" cried Corp, and he turned almost fiercely upon Gav. "Lippen all to him," he said with grand confidence, "he'll find a wy." And Tommy found a way. Birkie was the boy who bought the pack of cards.
"There is a very common story of a fisherman, on the west coast of Jutland, seeing a Havmand riding on a billow of the sea, but shivering with the cold, as he had only one stocking on. The fisherman took off one of his stockings and gave it to the Havmand. Some time after, he was on the sea fishing, when the Havmand appeared, and sang 'Hør du Mand som Hosen gav.
But, bless ye, they had but one oar; for they'd thrown a' t' others after me; so yo' may reckon, it were some time afore we could reach t' ship; an' a've heerd tell, a were a precious sight to look on, for my clothes was just hard frozen to me, an' my hair a'most as big a lump o' ice as yon iceberg he was a-telling us on; they rubbed me as missus theere were rubbing t' hams yesterday, and gav' me brandy; an' a've niver getten t' frost out o' my bones for a' their rubbin', and a deal o' brandy as I 'ave ta'en sin'. Talk o' cold! it's little yo' women known o' cold!
'None of your chaffing, young fellow, said the tall girl, 'or I will give you what shall make you wipe your face; be civil, or you will rue it. 'Well, perhaps I was a peg too high, said I; 'I ask your pardon here's something a bit lower: As I was jawing to the gav yeck divvus I met on the drom miro Rommany chi
You call him lazy; you would not think him lazy if you were in a ring with him: he is a proper man with his hands; Jasper is going to back him for twenty pounds against Slammocks of the Chong gav, the brother of Roarer and Bell-metal, he says he has no doubt that he will win." "Well, if you like him, I, of course, can have no objection. Have you been long married?"
I was doing nicely in the Kaulo Gav and the neighbourhood, when I must needs pack up and come into these parts with bag and baggage, wife and childer. I thought that Wales was what it was some thirty years agone when our foky used to say for I was never here before that there was something to be done in it; but I was never more mistaken in my life.
"But," said I, "you had better employ it in your traffic." "I have plenty of money for my traffic, independent of this capital," said Mr. Petulengro; "ay, brother, and enough besides to back the husband of my wife's sister, Sylvester, against Slammocks of the Chong gav for twenty pounds, which I am thinking of doing."
What's she like, Gav? Pretty girl, ain't she? Has she any sense?" "Much as you have," growled Blake. "Oh, don't get nasty. Only I thought you were a bit shook on the governess there what about that darnce at the Show ball, eh? I say, you couldn't lend us a tenner till Saturday?"
One day Ward'engro of the K'allis's Gav, asked me to write him a letter to his daughter, in Rommany. So I began to write from his dictation.
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