She's even skeared at _me_.'
'Why, you don't mean to say Winnie's back!' cried the landlord. 'To
think that I shouldn't have heard about Winnie Wynne bein' back. When
did you see her, Sinfi?'
'I see her fust ever so many nights ago. I was comin' down this road,
when what do I see but a gal a-kicking at the door of Mrs. Davies's
emp'y house, and a-sobbin' she was jist fit to break her heart, and I
sez to myself, as I looked at her--"Now, if it was possible for that
'ere gal to be Winifred Wynne, she'd be Winifred Wynne, but as it
ain't possible for her to be Winifred Wynne, it _ain't_ Winifred
Wynne, and any mumply Gorgie [Footnote] as _ain't_ Winifred Wynne may
kick and sob for a blue moon for all me."'
[Footnote: Gorgio, a man who is not a Gypsy. Gorgie, a woman who is
not a Gypsy.]
'But it was Winnie Wynne, I s'pose?' said the landlord, in a state
now of great curiosity.
'It was Winnie Wynne,' replied the Gypsy, handing her companion her
empty beer-pot, and pointing to the landlord as a sign that the man
was to pass it on to him to be refilled.
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