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Knapp must needs pry into these matters—must needs ask why Borrow drew the veil over seven years—must needs ask whether during the “veiled period” he led a life of squalid misery, compared with which his sojourn with Isopel Berners in Mumpers’ Dingle was luxury, or whether he was really travelling, as he pretended to have been, over the world.
Preferring positive independence, I followed her, and then she told me that she had overheard the tramp last night swearing I was as good as a fistful of half-crowns lost to him if he missed me. The image of Rippenger's school overshadowed me at this communication. With some melancholy I said: 'You'll join your friends, won't you? She snapped her fingers: 'Mumpers ! and walked on carelessly.
‘I do,’ said the man in black, looking around. ‘Do you know the name of this place?’ ‘I was told it was Mumpers’ or Gypsies’ Dingle,’ said the man in black. ‘Good,’ said I; ‘and this forge and tent, what do they look like?’ ‘Like the forge and tent of a wandering Zigan; I have seen the like in Italy.’ ‘Good,’ said I; ‘they belong to me.’ ‘Are you, then, a gypsy?’ said the man in black.
A Radical Simple-looking man Church of England The President Aristocracy Gin and water Mending the roads Persecuting Church Simon de Montfort Broken bells Get up Not for the Pope Quay of New York Mumpers' Dingle No wish to fight First draught A poor pipe Half-a-crown broke.
One of the last surviving chals of an old East Anglian gipsy family, in reply to a remark of the writer said, not long ago, “Yes, it is quite true that the old race of gipsies is dying out; there are very few of the real old Romanies to be met with at the present day. ‘Mumpers’ there are in plenty; folks who sell baskets and peddle clothes-pegs; but they are not of the true gipsy breed.
Ha!" shouted the tall gypsy; "it is many a long day since my old Mort slapped a gallant's face for such an affront. But here come our messmates. Good evening, my mumpers; make your bows to this gentleman who has come to bowse with us to-night. 'Gad, we'll show him that old ale's none the worse for keeping company with the moon's darlings. Come, sit down, sit down.
Now and then he read in the paper the fame of the great littérateurs; the Gypsies were entertaining the Prince of Wales, the Jolly Beggars were dining with the Lord Mayor, the Old Mumpers were mingling amicably and gorgeously with the leading members of the Stock Exchange.
"Romany Rye" is described as a sequel to "Lavengro," and takes up that story with the author and his friend Isopel Berners encamped side by side in the Mumpers' Dingle, whither the gipsies, Mr. and Mrs. Petulengro and their relations, shortly afterwards arrive. The book consists of a succession of episodes, without plot, the sole connecting thread being Borrow's personality as figuring in them.
Aren’t you he that beat Flaming Bosville, in Mumpers’ Dingle?’ ‘I never beat Flaming Bosville,’ said I, ‘he beat himself. Had he not struck his hand against a tree, I shouldn’t be here at the present moment.’ ‘Hear, hear!’ said the landlord, ‘now that’s just as it should be; I like a modest man, for, as the parson says, nothing sits better upon a young man than modesty.
But, you fool," said he, pushing Hunter violently on the breast, "do you know whom you are going to tackle with? this is the young chap that beat Blazing Bosville, only as late as yesterday, in Mumpers' Dingle.
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