She _must_
be, brother, with the Shaws, or the Lees, or the Stanleys, or the
Boswells, or some on 'em.'
'Then,' said I, 'I'll turn Gypsy; I'll be the second Aylwin to own
allegiance to the blood of Fenella Stanley. I'll scour Great Britain
till I find her.'
'You can jine _us_ if you like, brother. We're goin' all through the
West of England with the gries. You're fond o' fishin' an' shootin',
brother, an' though you're a Gorgio, you can't help bein' a Gorgio,
and you ain't a mumply 'un, as I've said to Jim Burton many's the
time; and if you can't give the left-hand body-blow like me, there
ain't a-many Gorgios nor yit a-many Romanies as knows better nor you
what their fistes wur made for, an' altogether, brother, Beng te
tassa mandi if I shouldn't be right-on proud to see ye jine our
breed. There's a coachmaker down in Chester, and he's got for sale
the beautifullest livin'-waggin in all England. It's shiny
orange-yellow with red window-blinds, an' if there's a colour in any
rainbow as _can't_ be seed in the panels o' the front door, it's a
kind o' rainbow I ain't never seed nowheres.
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