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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 kaulo-mescro. 'Ah, I have frequently heard you talk of making horse-shoes, said Mr.
'It is great nonsense, said Belle, reddening; 'however, as you came to see me, and ask the matter as a particular favour to yourself 'Thank you, madam, said Mrs. Petulengro, leading Belle to the stool; 'please to sit down here. Thank you; your hair is very beautiful, madam, she continued, as she proceeded to braid Belle's hair; 'so is your countenance.
"But," said I, "you had better employ it in your traffic." "I have plenty of money for my traffic, independent of this capital," said Mr. Petulengro; "ay, brother, and enough besides to back the husband of my wife's sister, Sylvester, against Slammocks of the Chong gav for twenty pounds, which I am thinking of doing."
'I merely mean taking up your quarters with him, said Mr. Petulengro; 'and I was only about to say a better fellow-lodger you cannot have, or a more instructive, especially if you have a desire to be inoculated with tongues, as he calls them. I wonder whether you and he have had any tongue-work already. 'Have you and your wife anything particular to say?
Now Bess is of blood gorgious; if you doubt it, look at her face, all full of pawno ratter, white blood, brother; and as for gentility, nobody can make exceptions to Bess's gentility, seeing she was born in the workhouse of Melford the Short." Mr Petulengro sees in Bess another advantage.
Borrow has left a dependable record of a meeting which took place between them at his Oulton home, during the Christmas of 1842. “He stayed with me during the greater part of the morning, discoursing on the affairs of Egypt, the aspect of which, he assured me, was becoming daily worse and worse. Yet there was much of Borrow’s nature that was in common with that of Jasper Petulengro.
Petulengro arose, and motioned me to follow him. "Only eighteen pence in the world, brother!" said he, as we walked together. "Nothing more, I assure you. How came you to ask me how much money I had?" "Because there was something in your look, brother, something very much resembling that which a person showeth who does not carry much money in his pocket.
Petulengro, and consulting him. Moreover, my pride revolted at the idea of being beholden to Mr. Petulengro for the materials of the history. No, I would not write the history of Abershaw. Whose then—Harry Simms? Alas, the life of Harry Simms had been already much better written by himself than I could hope to do it; and, after all, Harry Simms, like Jemmy Abershaw, was merely a robber.
Petulengro, his wife, and Tawno Chikno, ready to proceed to church. Mr. and Mrs. Petulengro were dressed in Roman fashion, though not in the full-blown manner in which they had paid their visit to Isopel and myself. Tawno had on a clean white slop, with a nearly new black beaver, with very broad rims, and the nap exceedingly long.
Come, come," said she, observing that the gypsy was about to speak, "we have had enough of nonsense; whenever I leave this hollow, it will be wearing my hair in my own fashion." "Come, wife," said Mr. Petulengro; "we will no longer intrude upon the rye and rawnie; there is such a thing as being troublesome." Thereupon Mr. Petulengro and his wife took their leave, with many salutations.
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