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A wagon it was a wagon with a roof, its end showing a window which caught the reflection of the sky a house wagon, and near it, phantom-like against the dim foliage, a shaggy gray horse; to the right, the white smoke of a newly made fire rising among the trees. It was the roulotte of the Fabiani family and there in the woods was his friend of a night, Cleofonte, the incomparable.
"Oh, I'm not in the least alarmed," she said demurely. But she let him alone after that. They followed slowly in the trail of the roulotte. Whether because of Clarissa's habitual drowsiness or their own interest in other matters, the shaggy horse had gone faster than they, and when presently they came to a long stretch of straight road their hosts of the night had disappeared.
"It seems a pity to leave them," said Hermia, thinking of Stella, "when we were doing so well. I shall regret the roulotte." John Markham smiled. "It's time we were moving, then," he said. "Your true vagabond wants no roots even in a roulotte nor regrets anything." "I can't forgive Olga for this. I consider her most intrusive, impertinent " Markham had laid warning fingers upon her arm.
Occasionally, with the ordinary words thus deformed and complicated with words of pure slang, picturesque phrases are formed, in which there can be felt the mixture of the two preceding elements, the direct creation and the metaphor: le cab jaspine, je marronne que la roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri, the dog is barking, I suspect that the diligence for Paris is passing through the woods.
If I had I shouldn't have fled from the roulotte of the Fabiani family yesterday when you were looking for me. You traced us from Alenon, of course " "I? Why should I follow you?" "I haven't the slightest idea unless your conversation a moment ago with John Markham explains it." "You heard that!" "Oh, yes, didn't you want me to? I'm not deaf. But you needn't be at all worried about it."
"They wouldn't come in here." "They might " He glanced irresolutely about him and then opened the door of the roulotte and helped her up the steps. "Stay there-and lock the door."
She is quite as sure that I am your companion moment as though she had seen me in the Signor Cleofonte's roulotte." "Then if she is so sure," he asked with excellent logic, "why should she make so much bother about it?" Hermia laughed. "The mere fact that she is making a bother about it is significance in itself.
The applause from this part of the program was allowed to die and a dignified pause ensued, after which the signora appeared in her famous juggling act, unmindful of the cries of the bambino from the roulotte in active rebellion against the substitute.
"She won't come back?" "I think not." He helped her to her feet. "It's lucky you weren't in the roulotte." "Not luck forethought. I knew she'd never be content until she'd seen the inside of that wagon. She expected to find me there." "You! She saw you outside?" "No I'll take my oath on that you see, I saw her first. But she expected to find me there just the same.
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