But do ghoses eat and drink? that's what _I_ want to know.
Besides, if anybody's like to know the difference between Winnie
Wynne and Winnie Wynne's ghose, I should say it's most likely me.'
I turned round. A Gypsy girl, dressed in fine Gypsy costume, very
dark but very handsome, was sitting on a settle drinking from a pot
of ale, and nursing an instrument of the violin kind, which she was
fondling as though it were a baby. She was quite young, not above
eighteen years of age, slender, graceful--remarkably so, even for a
Gypsy girl. Her hair, which was not so much coal-black as blue-black,
was plaited in the old-fashioned Gypsy way, in little plaits that
looked almost as close as plaited straw, and as it was of an
unusually soft and fine texture for a Gypsy, the plaits gave it a
lustre quite unlike that which unguents can give. As she sat there,
one leg thrown over the over, displaying a foot which, even in the
heavy nailed boots, would have put to shame the finest foot of the
finest English lady I have ever seen, I could discern that she was
powerful and tall; her bosom, gently rising and falling beneath the
layers of scarlet and yellow and blue handkerchiefs, which filled up
the space the loose-fitting gown of bright merino left open, was of a
breadth fully worthy of her height.
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