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Petulengro said: "Brother, there is much blood on your face, you had better wipe it off"; and when I had wiped it off, and again resumed my former attitude, Mr.
I wish I could find some quiet place to which I could retire to hold communion with my own thoughts, and practise, if I thought fit, either of my trades." "What trades?" said Mr. Petulengro. "Why, the one which I have lately been engaged in, or my original one, which I confess I should like better, that of a kaulomescro." "Ah, I have frequently heard you talk of making horse-shoes," said Mr.
Perhaps we may put it down to his wife, who cannot move about, being a cripple, as you saw.’ ‘And you are what is called a Gypsy King?’ ‘Ay, ay; a Rommany Kral.’ ‘Are there other kings?’ ‘Those who call themselves so; but the true Pharaoh is Petulengro.’ ‘Did Pharaoh make horse-shoes?’ ‘The first who ever did, brother.’ ‘Pharaoh lived in Egypt.’ ‘So did we once, brother.’ ‘And you left it?’
We travelled for some time in silence; at last we fell into discourse. "You have been in Wales, Mr. Petulengro?" "Ay, truly, brother." "What have you been doing there?" "Assisting at a funeral." "At whose funeral?" "Mrs. Hearne's, brother." "Is she dead, then?" "As a nail, brother." "How did she die?" "By hanging, brother." "I am lost in astonishment," said I; whereupon Mr.
Petulengro should eventually turn out to be the mother of all the languages in the world; yet it is certain that there are some languages in which the terms for bread have no connection with the word used by Mr.
Petulengro, notwithstanding that those languages, in many other points, exhibit a close affinity to the language of the horse-shoe master: for example, bread, in Hebrew, is Laham, which assuredly exhibits little similitude to the word used by the aforesaid Petulengro. In Armenian it is—’ ‘Zhats!’ said the stranger, starting up. ‘By the Patriarch and the Three Holy Churches, this is wonderful!
"Hurry skurry, a mixed multitude of men and horses, carts and carriages, all in the direction of the old town; and, in the midst of all that mad throng, at a moment when the rain gushes were coming down with particular fury, and the artillery of the sky was pealing as I had never heard it peal before, I felt some one seize me by the arm I turned round and beheld Mr. Petulengro.
Petulengro was making holes in the earth, at about twenty inches distant from each other, into which he inserted certain long rods with a considerable bend towards the top, which constituted no less than the timber of the tent, and the supporters of the canvas. Mrs. Petulengro, and a female with a crutch in her hand, whom I recognised as Mrs.
You speak nonsense, Mr. Petulengro; as long as a woman has a head on her shoulders she’ll talk,—but, leaving women out of the case, it is impossible to keep anything a secret; an old master of mine told me so long ago. I have moreover another reason for declining your offer. I am at present not disposed for society. I am become fond of solitude.
In the evening I received a visit from Mr. Petulengro, who forthwith commenced talking about the horse, which he had again seen, the landlord having shown it to him on learning that he was a friend of mine.
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