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Updated: June 23, 2025
Many's the time as you've asked me how it was that, for all that you and I was pals, I hate the Gorgios in a general way as much as Rhona Boswell likes 'em. I used to like the Gorgios wonst as well as ever Rhona did else how should I ever ha' been so fond o' Winnie Wynne? Tell me that, she said, in an argumentative way as though I had challenged her speech.
Myra was in that crowd, dazed, outraged, helpless. She heard Rhona speaking: "Do you think a man has any right to strike a girl?" He did not answer; she still held his eyes. "Do you think a man has any right to strike a girl?" Still he said nothing, and the crowd became fascinated by the fixity of gaze of the two. Rhona's voice sharpened: "Do you think a man has any right to strike a girl?"
I borrowed Kate's new bonnet pink silk trimmed with black lace and thought I looked nice in it. So did father, for he said on the way to the theater that pink was my color. In fact, I am sure it was the bonnet that made Madame de Rhona engage me on the spot! She was the first Frenchwoman I had ever met, and I was tremendously interested in her.
He made it for Jericho Bozzell, the rich Griengro as so often stays at Raxton and at Gypsy Dell; but Rhona Bozzell hates a waggin and allus will sleep in a tent. They do say as the Prince o' Wales wants to buy that livin'-waggin, only he can't spare the balansers just now his family bein' so big an' times bein' so bad. How much money ha' you got?
They went to bed, their light was put out, and neither had a wink of sleep. Rhona lay staring in the darkness and over the room came the soft whisper of Millie bearing a flood of the filth of the underworld. Rhona could not resist it.
Compared with Rhona Boswell, who was more like a fairy than a child, Winnie seemed quite a grave little person. Rhona's limbs were always on the move, and the movement sprang always from her emotions. Her laugh seemed to ring through the woods like silver bells, a sound that it was impossible to mistake for any other.
'Of course they are, I said, hurrying away. 'Why did I not think of this? In fact I had, during our wanderings over England and Wales, often seen Sinfi's sister Videy and Rhona Boswell weaving such baskets.
They stood a few minutes in the judge's end of the court-room a crowd eddying about them. Rhona had a queer feeling in her head; the lights blinded her; the noise seemed like the rush of waters in her ears. Then she thought sharply: "I must get myself together. This is the court. It will be all over in a minute. Where's Mr. Joe? Where's the lawyer? Where's my father?"
There was one event that took place two weeks after Myra's coming, which she did not soon forget. It was the great mass-meeting to celebrate the return of Rhona and some others who had also been sent to the workhouse. Myra and Joe sat together. After the music, the speeches, Rhona stepped forward, slim, pale, and very little before that gigantic auditorium. She spoke simply.
She felt that she had lost her self-respect and her pride. Like a coward she had watched Rhona attacked, had not even raised her voice, had not, even attempted interference. They might have listened to a well-dressed woman, a woman of refinement. And she had done nothing just followed the crowd, nursing her wounded pride.
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