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The jar, however, had roused Hans out of his tragic musings. There was a glint of yellow in the Gipsy's eye, a flaw in the iris. Hans gave a cry. "You? I find you at this moment, of all others?" The Gipsy retreated. "I do not know you. It is a mistake." "But I know you," whispered Hans. "And you will know me when I tell you that I am the gardener's boy you ruined some sixteen years ago!"
At this moment Flaps threw his head up in the air and sniffed, and his one eye glared, and he set his teeth and growled. He smelt the gipsy, and the gipsy's black pipe, and every hair stood on end with rage. "The dog's mad!" cried the swineherd, seizing a pitchfork. "There's some one behind that haystack, and the old watch-dog's back is up.
If the rector himself had known no blot on the character of Reginald Eversleigh, the gipsy's words would not have had a feather's weight with him; but Lionel did know that his cousin's youth had been wild and extravagant, and that he, the beloved, adopted son, the long- acknowledged heir of Raynham, had been disinherited by Sir Oswald one of the best and most high-principled of men.
But if you go in for woman's rights and take to short hair, I shall die, after burning my will! And now you kiss me, my darling, and don't scare me any more with that witch's tongue." Was ever millionaire in such manner wooed? Was ever millionaire in such fashion won? The gipsy's eyes glowed, and her heart beat in triumph. Was this the Diana of Ferrier's imagination?
MacCandlish then produced the parcel deposited with her by Brown, in which was found the gipsy's purse. On perceiving the value of the miscellaneous contents, Mrs.
She complied, yet it was with a trembling voice. The tune is at best but a sweet wail, and there was a misgiving of the heart which imparted the thrilling effect of a gipsy's farewell "If I had wist ere I had kisst, That true love was so ill to win, I'd have lock'd my heart in some secret part, And bound it with a silver pin." "Now you may take the ounces," said he with a sigh.
I knew not then that it was her mother who had been burnt by him as a witch; but I saw the evil purposed me, and knew she was my foe. But a stately woman the old gipsy's daughter, as I later learned interposed on my behalf, and her all obeyed as queen, even her mother bowing down before her.
Having arrived under cover of the trees, his first thought was of the gipsy's purse. He had accepted it without hesitation, though with something like a feeling of degradation, arising from the character of the person by whom he was thus accommodated. But it relieved him from a serious though temporary embarrassment.
"Won't you cross the poor gipsy's palm with a bit of silver, my pretty gentleman, and she will tell you your fortune and that of your pretty lady?" Kitty uttered a startled cry, and turning they found themselves facing a strong, black-eyed girl. She repeated her question. "What do you think, Kitty, would you like to have your fortune told?" Kitty laughed. "It would be rather fun," she said.
He paused for a moment, and looked back. The gipsy's van was moving away, and in the doorway stood the girl, her hand over her eyes, looking towards him. He could see the raw colour of her scarf. "She'll make wild trouble," he said to himself. As Gaston thought of this event, he moved his horse slowly towards a combe, and looked out over a noble expanse valley, field, stream, and church-spire.
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