You may see it by the
way they looks at you. Of course I mean when you do anythink wrong
accordin' to us Romanies. I don't mean wrong accordin' to the
Gorgios: they're two very different kinds o' wrongs.'
'I don't see the difference,' said I; 'but tell me more about
Winifred.'
'You don't see the difference?' said Sinfi. 'Well then, I do. It's
wrong to tell a lie to a Romany, ain't it? But is it wrong to tell a
lie to a Gorgio? Not a bit of it. And why? 'Cause most Gorgios is
fools and wants lies, an' that gives the poor Romanies a chance. But
this here cuss is a very bad kind 'o cuss. It's a dead man's cuss,
and what's wuss, him as is cussed is dead and out of the way, and so
it has to be worked out in the blood of his child. But when she's
done that, when she's worked it out of her blood, things'll come
right agin if the cross is put back agin on your father's buzzum.'
'When she has done what?' I said.
'Begged her bread in desolate places,' said the Gypsy girl solemnly.
'Then if the cross is put back agin on your feyther's buzzum, I
believe things'll all come right.
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