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And though disappointed by Pete's return after a long stay with some gipsy-like relatives of his grandmother, he could not help feeling glad that the dog displayed some gratitude for what had been done. "Pete Warboys has come back, David," cried Tom, hurrying down the garden as soon as he had ended his walk. "Yes, bad luck to him, sir. I was going to tell you. I heared of it 'bout an hour ago.
On closer observation one would have recognised Sara's peculiarly gipsy-like features in the face of the girl, and then one would have noticed the caption written in red ink at the bottom of the photograph: "The Trumbell's Fancy Dress Ball, January 10, '07. Sara as Gipsy Mab." With a start, Sara came out of her painful reverie.
We were much amused in conversing with the simple hosts and their shy, gipsy-like children, one of whom, a dark-eyed, curly-haired boy, bore the name of Raphael. We also became acquainted with a shoemaker and his family, who owned a little olive orchard and vineyard, which they said produced enough to support them.
She was a handsome woman for her age, but very dark and gipsy-like, after the fashion of the Eweses, with keen Italian eyes and a large smooth expanse of powerful forehead. Lightly she ran her hand over the keys with a masterly touch, and fixed her glance as she did so on Elma. There was a moment's pause. Miss Ewes eyed her closely.
This dealt with 'the crepuscular penumbra spreading her dim limbs over the boskage'; with 'jolly rabbits'; with a herd of 'gravid polled Angus'; and with the 'arresting, gipsy-like face of their swart, scholarly owner as well known at the Royal Agricultural Shows as that of our late King-Emperor.
My timid station on his threshold was not occupied more than a couple of minutes at most; but I came down again with all this in my knowledge, as surely as the knife and fork were in my hand. There was something gipsy-like and agreeable in the dinner, after all. I took back Captain Hopkins's knife and fork early in the afternoon, and went home to comfort Mrs. Micawber with an account of my visit.
Oh! it's a magnificent spot, and I'm hard at work on a picturesque old pump near Shepherd's Bush Common, with a bit of old brick wall behind it, half-covered with ivy, and a gipsy-like beggar-girl drinking at it out of her hand; that that'll make an impression, I think, on the Royal Academy, if if they take it in." "Ah! if they take it in," said John Barret, smiling.
But I'm afraid of losing my train." The speaker was small and stout, with a sallow face which might once have held a certain gipsy-like charm, for, in the candlelight, the luminous dark eyes were by far its most arresting feature. She wore a small, old-fashioned-looking, red velvet bonnet perched on her elaborately dressed hair. Enid Crofton looked at her odd-looking visitor with astonishment.
"Who was who, dear Sybil? I don't understand," answered Mr. Berners, in surprise. "That gipsy-like girl in the red cloak; who was bending over me, and staring into my face, just as you came in?" "There was no such girl near you, or even in the church, my dear," said Mr. Berners. "But indeed there was; she started away just as I woke up." "My dearest Sybil, you have been dreaming."
In this frame of mind, half stay-at-home, half gipsy-like, if I take up a book of the higher mysticism Saint Theresa or Saint Angela that subtle touch gains definiteness, I am aware of shocks running through me; I fancy that my soul is convalescent, that it is young again, and breathes once more; but if I try to take advantage of this lucid moment to collect myself and to pray, it is all over I flee from myself nothing will work.
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