thundreth

Updated: May 24, 2025

'I can't hear you, Mr. Petulengro, said I; for the thunder drowned the words which he appeared to be uttering. 'Dearginni, I heard Mr. Petulengro say, 'it thundreth. I was asking, brother, whether you believe in dukkeripens? 'I do not, Mr. Petulengro; but this is strange weather to be asking me whether I believe in fortunes. 'Grondinni, said Mr. Petulengro, 'it haileth.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

‘I can’t hear you, Mr. Petulengro,’ said I; for the thunder drowned the words which he appeared to be uttering. ‘Dearginni,’ I heard Mr. Petulengro say, ‘it thundreth. I was asking, brother, whether you believe in dukkeripens?’ ‘I do not, Mr. Petulengro; but this is strange weather to be asking me whether I believe in fortunes.’ ‘Grondinni,’ said Mr. Petulengro, ‘it haileth.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest

I believe in dukkeripens, brother. 'And who has more right, said I; 'seeing that you live by them? But this tempest is truly horrible. 'Dearginni, grondinni ta villaminni! It thundreth, it haileth, and also flameth, said Mr. Petulengro. 'Look up there, brother! I looked up. Connected with this tempest there was one feature to which I have already alluded the wonderful colours of the clouds.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

I believe in dukkeripens, brother.’ ‘And who has more right,’ said I; ‘seeing that you live by them? But this tempest is truly horrible.’ ‘Dearginni, grondinni ta villaminni! It thundreth, it haileth, and also flameth,’ said Mr. Petulengro. ‘Look up there, brother!’ I looked up. Connected with this tempest there was one feature to which I have already alluded—the wonderful colours of the clouds.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest