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Then she would turn and look piteously at Joe, her face sharp with yearning. Then she would drowse, and awake with a start. She kept pinching herself. "If I fall asleep Rhona may get through without us something will happen!" It must have been past midnight. There was no sign of Rhona. Each new face that emerged from the jail entrance was that of a stranger. Again an overwhelming fear swept Myra.
He stepped in front of the girls, who stopped still and awaited him. Myra felt the blood rush to her head, and a feeling of dizziness made her tremble. Then the man spoke sharply: "Say, you you can't go by here." Myra gazed at him as if she were hypnotized, but Rhona's eyes flashed. "Why not?" "Don't jaw me," said the man. "But clear out!" Rhona tried to speak naturally.
I was amazed to see her, for I thought that all my Gypsy friends, Boswells, Lovells, and the rest, were still attending the horse-fairs in the Midlands and Eastern Counties. 'We've only just got here, said Rhona; 'wussur luck that we got here at all. I wants to get back to dear Gypsy Dell and Rington Wood; that's what I wants to do. 'Where is the camp? I asked.
I do look a sight a fright. Gee!" She turned. "You're not so worse. A little pale, kid." She came over and sat next to Rhona. "What'll I call you?" Rhona shrank. She was a sensitive, ignorant girl, and did not understand this type of woman. Something coarse, familiar, vulgar seemed to grate against her. "Rhona's my name," she breathed. "Well, that's cute! Call you Ronie?"
So grateful was I to the very name of Lovell, that I was hesitating whether to do this, when I was suddenly aware of the presence of Sinfi, who had returned with Rhona. In a moment Videy's wrist was in a grip I had become familiar with, and the money fell to the ground. Sinfi pointed to the money and said some words in Romany. Videy stooped and picked the coins up in evident alarm.
Panuel, and indeed most of the Gypsies, had turned into the tents for the night; but both Videy Lovell and Rhona Boswell were moving about as briskly as though the time was early morning, one with guile expressed in every feature, the other shedding that aura of frankness and sweet winsomeness which enslaved Percy Aylwin, and no wonder.
Rhona became wofully tired drooped where she sat a feeling of exhaustion dragging her down. The purple-faced woman beside her leaned forward. "Say, honey, put your head in my lap!" She did so. She felt warmth, ease, a drowsy comfort. She fell fast asleep.... "No! No!" she cried out, "it was he struck me!"
Davies larnt her in a v'ice as seems as if she wur a-singin' in her sleep, but it's very sweet to hear it. Yesterday I crep' near her when she was a-sittin' down lookin' at herself in that 'ere llyn where the water's so clear, "Knockers' Llyn," as they calls it, where her and me and Rhona Boswell used to go. And I heard her say she was "cussed by Henry's feyther."
Myra turned to Joe. "Joe! Wake up!" He stirred a little. "Joe! Joe! Wake up!" He gave a great start and opened his eyes. "What is it?" he cried. "Do they want union cards?" "Joe," she exclaimed, "Rhona's here." "Rhona?" He sat upright; he was a wofully sleepy man. "Rhona?" Then he gazed about him and saw Myra. "Oh, Myra!" He laughed sweetly. "How good it is to see you!"
Sweet dreams, ladies!" For long they heard his voice mingled with the others, as they lay side by side in the black darkness. But Myra was glad to be near him, glad to share his invisible presence. After she had told Joe's mother about Rhona, the two, unable to sleep, talked quietly for some time.
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