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'Yis, said Sinfi, with a strange, deep ring in her rich contralto voice. 'Yis, he belongs to me now leastways he's my pal now whatever comes on it. 'Then take him away, my wench. What's the matter with him? The old complaint, I s'pose, he added, lifting his hand to his mouth as though drinking from a glass. Sinfi gently put out her hand and brushed the man aside.
I hears her kick, kick, kickin' at the door, and then I hears her go in when she finds it give way. 'But why didn't you tell us all this, Sinfi? asked the landlord. 'My wife would ha' went and seen arter her, and we wouldn't ha' touched a farthin' for they blankets and things, not we, Sinfi, not we. 'Ah, you would, though, said the girl, ''cause I'd ha' made you take it.
Are you sure, Poll, it ain't a copper in plain clothes come about that gal? The girl came out, and signalling me to enter, went leisurely downstairs. Leaving Sinfi outside on the landing, I entered the room. There, on a sort of truckle-bed in one corner, I saw the woman. She slowly raised herself up on her elbows to stare at me.
Anybody as says my daddy ain't a real 'Gyptian duke'll ha' to set to with Sinfi Lovell. 'Nonsense, said Cyril, smiling, and playing idly with a coral amulet dangling from Sinfi's neck; 'he's talking about the ancient Egyptians: Egyptian mummies, you silly Lady Sinfi. You're not a mummy, are you?
And only a short time ago Sinfi Lovell nearly frightened me to death by a story of a whole Gypsy tribe having withered, one after the other grandfathers, fathers, and children through a dead man's curse. But what is the matter with you, Henry? You surely have turned very pale! 'Well, Winnie, said I, 'I am a little, just a little faint. After the funeral I could take no dinner.
'No use, brother, said Sinfi. 'If I han't pretty well worked Carnarvon, it's a pity. I've bin there the last three weeks on the patrin-chase, and not a patrin could I find. It's my belief as she never went into Carnarvon town at all, but turned off and went into Llanbeblig churchyard. 'Why do you think so, Sinfi?
She waited to see whether I introduced the subject, and finding that I did not, she began to talk about Sinfi and plied me with questions as to what we two had been doing and where we had been during our wanderings through Wales. When tea was over and Cyril was in lively talk with Sinfi, Wilderspin grew restless, and I perceived that he wanted to resume his conversation with me about his picture.
'Why not, Sinfi? 'Because my mammy used to say it ain't right to make use o' the real dukkerin' for Gorgios, and I've heerd her say that if them as had the real dukkerin' the dukkerin' for the Romanies used it for the Gorgios, or if they turned it into a sport and a plaything, it 'ud leave 'em altogether. 'The Romany Sap?
He must, I knew, have gathered from Sinfi, and from other sources, that I was mourning the loss of a Welsh girl in humble life; but during our very brief intercourse in Wales neither of us had mentioned the matter to the other. Now, however, in my present dire strait I longed to call in the aid of his penetrative mind. On reaching London I resumed my wanderings through the London streets.
Her sister Videy, who with Rhona Boswell was walking near us, was present at the parting a bright-eyed, dark-skinned little girl, a head shorter than Sinfi.
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