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'No answer, bebee. 'Though the one was not quite so gray, nor the other so wrinkled. 'How came they so, bebee? 'All along of this gorgio, child. 'The gentleman in the house, you mean, bebee? 'Yes, child, the gentleman in the house. God grant that I may preserve my temper. Do you know, sir, my name? My name is Herne, which signifies a hairy individual, though neither gray-haired nor wrinkled.
"Oh, Kooshti duvvel!" she exclaimed. "You don't know nothin'; you're what they calls a rye, ain't you?" "Pray, what is a rye?" I enquired, a little diffidently. "A gorgio gentleman," she explained patiently. "What should give you that impression?" "You're s' different to the 'Folk' or any of the padding kind." "Yes, I suppose I am despite my clothes!"
A month ago it was a vow and an inner desire which made her determined; to-day it was the vow and a man a Gorgio whom she had but now left in the woods, gazing after her with the look which a woman so well interprets. "You mean you won't go free from here?
What he should do when they met must be according to circumstances. That did not matter. There was the impulse storming in his brain, and it drove him across the street as the Boss Doctor walked away, and Ingolby entered the shop. All Jethro realized was that the man who stood in his way, the big, rich, masterful Gorgio was there.
It has been the way of the Romany since the time of Timur Beg and centuries beyond Timur, so it is told. One man and all men must do as the tribe has done since the beginning." The old man pulled at his beard angrily. "You do not talk like a Romany, but like a Gorgio of the schools." The young man's manner became more confident as he replied.
'Not whilst I am here, said the woman, flinging her knitting down, and starting upon her feet; 'not whilst I am here shall this gorgio learn Rommany. A pretty manoeuvre, truly; and what would be the end of it? I goes to the farming ker with my sister, to tell a fortune, and earn a few sixpences for the chabes.
He was not distinguished, yet there was an intelligence in his face, a daring at his lips and chin, which, in the discipline and conventions of organized society, would have made him superior. Now, with all his sleek handsomeness, he looked a cross between a splendid peasant and a chevalier of industry. She compared him instinctively with Ingolby the Gorgio, as she looked at him.
She had promised the great lady who had given her own widowed, childless life for her own, that she would not remain a Gipsy, that she would not marry a Gipsy, but that if ever she gave herself to any man it would be to a Gorgio, a European, who travelled oftenest "the open road" leading to his own door.
I will not go back; I shall go with the man I love, to be his wife, here, in the Gorgio world. You believed my father when he spoke; well, believe me I speak the truth. It was my father's will that I should be what I am, and do what I am now doing. Nothing can alter me."
I am a true Romany. I disobeyed my 'Ry' in coming here because my wife was here, and I wanted her. I am a true Romany husband who will not betray his wife to her people; but I will have my way, and no Gorgio shall take her to his home. She belongs to my tent, and I will take her there." Her gesture of contempt, anger and negation infuriated him.
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