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"So be it, sister," replied Pine, also in Romany, and with a gleam of satisfaction in his dark eyes. "Go now and return when this Gentile goes. What of the golden Gorgious one?" "He seeks Lundra this night." "For the ring, sister?" Chaldea looked hard at him. "For the ring" she said abruptly, then dropping the tent-flap which she had held all the time, she disappeared.
By this and this I bless you, my precious lady," making several mystical signs, she turned away, forcing the reluctant Kara to follow her. "But, Gentilla?" Agnes hurried in pursuit. "No! no, my Gorgious. It is not the time. Seven days, and seven hours, and seven minutes will hear the striking of the moment. Sarishan, my deary." Mother Cockleshell hobbled away with surprising alacrity, and Mrs.
"Chee-chee!" bantered the girl. "Is that because I am not a raclan?" "A raclan?" "A married Gentile lady, that is. You love her?" "I I see, here, Chaldea, I am not going to talk over such things with you, as my affairs are not your business." "They are the business of the Gorgious female's rom." "Rom? Her husband, you mean. What do you know of "
The body was placed not in a coffin but on a bier, and carried not to a churchyard but to a deep dell close by; and there it was buried beneath a rock, dressed just as I have told you; and this was done by the bidding of Leonora, who had heard her bebee say that she wished to be buried, not in gorgious fashion, but like a Roman woman of the old blood, the kosko puro rati, brother.
Ah, I am rich now, sir, and as a Gorgious one could I live beneath a roof-tree. But for why, I asks you, my golden rye, when I was bred to the open and the sky? In a tent I was born; in a tent I shall die. Should I go, Gentile, it's longing for the free life I'd be, since Romany I am and ever shall be.
She loves you so, that she could have wished to have seen you eat it all; good-bye, brother, I daresay when I am gone you will eat some more of it, and if you don’t, I daresay you have eaten enough to—to—show your love for us. After all it was a poor person’s cake, a Rommany manricli, and all you gorgios are somewhat gorgious. Farewell, brother, pretty brother, grey-haired brother. Come, juggal.’
"How are you, rye?" she asked, stopping with effort in the middle of the room, for her impulse was to rush forward and gather him to her heaving bosom. "Have you taken drows, my precious lord?" "What do you mean by drows, Chaldea?" "Poison, no less. You look drabbed, for sure." "Drabbed?" "Poisoned. But I waste the kalo jib on you, my Gorgious.
My brother was killed after midnight, and if the rye took a walk then, who can say where he was?" "You have to prove all this, you know." Chaldea snapped her fingers. "First, the letter to shame her; then the bullet to hang him. The rest comes after. My price, you know, my Gorgious artful. I toves my own gad. It's a good proverb, lady, and true Romany." "What does it mean?"
"Certainly," said the man; "who should know better than yourself, or who so well? And now my tiny one, let me ask you one thing you didn't come to do us any harm?" "No," said I, "I had no dislike to you; though, if you were to meddle with me " Man. Of course, my gorgious, of course you would; and quite right too. Meddle with you! what right have we? I should say it would not be quite safe.
"Oh, very well," snapped Garvington, with some reluctance, and walked toward the door. There he paused, and evidently awaited to arrive at some conclusion, the nature of which his cousin could not guess. "Oh, very well," he said again, and left the room. "He thinks that you are a fool, as I do, my Gorgious," said Chaldea scornfully. "You wish to hang yourself it seems, my rye."
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