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Updated: June 13, 2025
Occasionally they whispered together. "You play too well, Velasco! Hist scratch with the bow!" "I can't, Kaya, it is maddening!" "Just a little, Velasco." "Is that better? Týsyacha chertéi, how it rasps one's ears!" "Yes, but your technique, Velasco! No gypsey could play like that! Leave out the double stops and the trills!" "I forget, little one, I forget! The Stradivarius plays itself.
We will pay for the straw with a rollicking waltz Ha ha!" The gypsey musician caught his comrade by the arm and pulled her down on the straw beside him. "Which pocket, Velasco? Oh, I feel the honey-cake bulging! Give it to me." "No take it yourself!" "Your pocket is so deep; it is like diving into a pool." "Not so deep as your eyes, Kaya. You thief!
He began opening and shutting the drawers, taking out money and jewels from one, articles of apparel from another. "No collars, no neck-ties!" he said to himself, "How simple to be a gypsey! A knapsack will hold all for her and for me. Kaya! Bózhe moi!" The curtain was drawn back and in the doorway stood a boy. The two gypsies gazed at one another in silence.
"Not at all. The arm must be so!" "Ah so?" "That is better." The gypsey ran his fingers over the strings in exact imitation of Petrokoff. The tone was thin, and his fingers moved stiffly as if weighted. His face wore an anxious expression. "Dear me!" he exclaimed, "It is more difficult than I imagined. Does every violinist hold his bow like that?"
You will have to doff it because you are a boy; and you must do something because you are a gypsey. Will you pass the cap for the peasants to pay?" He held the velveteen cap in his hands, playing with it, caressing it, watching her. "Look at me, Kaya!" She flushed and drew back, her heart beating in little throbs under the vest. Suddenly she turned and looked at him squarely.
His eyes were closed; he swayed a little in his chair, holding the violin close to his cheek. "One, two one, two one, two, three." The younger gypsey sat cross-legged on the floor, gazing down at the whirling crowd, blurred by the smoke. In his hands he held a tambourine, which he shook occasionally in rhythm with the waltz, glancing over his shoulder at his companion and laughing.
I'm quite sure my gypsey throat would refuse to swallow it. Then we went into the Hospital for the sick prisoners. One of the sick prisoners had a little squirrel. The squirrel was a prisoner, too. He was in a cage but then sometimes he was let out; and to please me, the door was opened for him. Didn't he jump? poor squirrel!
What a pity that he couldn't have known that Key West had been searched for him and that Molly's father had offered a reward for his name and address! Had Dick come on deck two minutes sooner the bow of the yacht Gypsey would have been thrown up in the wind and that tiny launch lowered from the boat's davits in less time than it takes to tell of it.
Kaya looked at him again and began to laugh softly: "I forgot about being a gypsey," she said, "Your clothes are ragged and torn, Velasco; they are worse than they were that night in your Studio. And I tell me how do I look?" "Like a little Bradjaga, sweet, and disreputable, and boyish!"
The girl pushed him away from her slowly and turned away her head with a flush: "Is that your violin over there in the straw, lying in a little nest all by itself, cradled so snug and so warm? It is charming to be a gypsey, Velasco. Are you glad I came to you, or are you sorry? That night, do you remember the violets? I flung them straight at your feet! I wasn't a boy then, but I threw straight.
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