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As a further illustration, I will give in the original Gipsy-language, as I myself took it down rapidly, but literally, the comments of a full-blooded Gipsy on this custom the translation being annexed. I should state that the narrative which precedes his comments was a reply to my question, Why he invariably declined my offer of cigars? "No; I never toovs cigaras, kek.
Kek'! That's plain," he retorted. "But the 'wolf' is no lamb either! I said I would not go till your father set me free, since you had no right to do so, but a wife should save her husband, and her husband should set himself free for his wife's sake" his voice rose in fierce irony "and so I will now go free. But I will not take the word to the Romany people that you are no more of them.
A minute or two later Hans ceased from his occupation of packing up the things, and said in a low voice: "Kek! Baas" that is "Look!"
An' sar the gunnos, an' kavis, and covvas of the Rommanis were chivved and pordered kettenus 'pre the bor adree the cangry-puv, an' kek mush tooled 'em. So the rakli jalled with the plachta ta laki rye, and penned, "Dick what I kaired on those chuvvenny, chori Rommany chals that were nashered and pannied for adovo bitti covvo adoi!"
"Hokkeny baro." "A great swindle, my wise sir. Hai, what a pity you cannot patter the gentle Romany tongue. Kek! Kek! What does it matter, when you speak Gentile gibberish like an angel. Sit, rye, and I dance for you." "Quite like Carmen and Don José in the opera," murmured Lambert, sliding down to the foot of the rude stone. "What of her and of him? Were they Romans?"
He kistured lester noko grai adree the steeple-chase for the ruppeny kek, a sonnakai tank I think it was, but he nashered. It was dovo tano rye that yeck divvus in his noko park dicked a Rommany chal's tan pash the rikk of a bor; and at yeck leap he kistered apre the bor, and jalled right atut an' parl the Rommany chal's tan.
Said the horse to the man, "I like your things to wear better than I do mine, for there's no whip or spur among them." 'Pre yeck divvus there was a mush a-piin' ma his Rommany chals adree a kitchema, an' pauli a chairus he got pash matto. An' he penned about mullo baulors, that he never hawed kek.
Mandy never putchered the rukk parl my sherro for kek, but when the bavol welled it wussered a lay to mandy a hundred ripe kori. Then I asked a great bird to bring me a cup of brandy, but it flew away after the other. I never asked the tree over my head for anything, but when the wind came it threw down to me a hundred ripe nuts.
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