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'Well, brother, how do you like it? said the girl, looking fixedly at me. 'It is very rich and sweet, and yet there is something strange about it; I don't think I shall eat any more. 'Fie, brother, fie, to find fault with the poor person's cake; see, I have nearly eaten mine. 'That's a pretty little dog. 'Is it not, brother? that's my juggal, my little sister, as I call her.
‘Well, brother, how do you like it?’ said the girl, looking fixedly at me. ‘It is very rich and sweet, and yet there is something strange about it; I don’t think I shall eat any more.’ ‘Fie, brother, fie, to find fault with the poor person’s cake; see, I have nearly eaten mine.’ ‘That’s a pretty little dog.’ ‘Is it not, brother? that’s my juggal, my little sister, as I call her.’
"Well, brother, how do you like it?" said the girl, looking fixedly at me. "It is very rich and sweet, and yet there is something strange about it; I don't think I shall eat any more." "Fie, brother, fie, to find fault with the poor person's cake; see, I have nearly eaten mine." "That's a pretty little dog." "Is it not, brother? that's my juggal, my little sister, as I call her."
'Hasten him! yes, to be sure; set the dog upon him. Here, juggal, look in there, my dog. The dog made its appearance at the door of the tent, and began to bark and tear up the ground. 'At him, juggal, at him; he wished to poison, to drab you. Halloo! The dog barked violently, and seemed about to spring at my face, but retreated.
‘Come here, juggal,’ said I to the animal. ‘What do you want with my juggal?’ said the girl. ‘Only to give her a piece of cake,’ said I, offering the dog a piece which I had just broken off. ‘What do you mean?’ said the girl, snatching the dog away; ‘my grandbebee’s cake is not for dogs.’ ‘Why, I just now saw you give the animal a piece of yours.’
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, gray-haired brother. Come, juggal.
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.’
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."
"Hasten him! yes, to be sure; set the dog upon him. Here, juggal, look in there, my dog." The dog made its appearance at the door of the tent, and began to bark and tear up the ground. "At him, juggal, at him; he wished to poison, to drab you. Halloo!" The dog barked violently, and seemed about to spring at my face, but retreated.
"Come here, Juggal," said I to the animal. "What do you want with my juggal?" said the girl. "Only to give her a piece of cake," said I, offering the dog a piece which I had just broken off. "What do you mean?" said the girl, snatching the dog away; "my grandbebee's cake is not for dogs." "Why, I just now saw you give the animal a piece of yours."
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