'
'Do you mean to say,' cried Sinfi, now entirely losing her temper
(for on the subject of Romany cleanliness she, the most cleanly of
women, was keenly sensitive)--'do you mean to say as the Romany dials
an' the Romany dries don't wash theirselves? I know what you fine
Gorgios _do_ say,--you're allus a-tellin' lies about us Romanies.
Brother,' she cried, turning now to me in a great fury, 'I'm a duke's
chavi, an' mustn't fight no mumply Gorgios; why don't _you_ take an'
make his bed for him?'
And certainly the man's supercilious impertinence was beginning to
irritate me.
'I should advise you to withdraw that about the soap,' I said
quietly, looking at him.
'Oh! and if I don't?'
'Why, then I suppose I must do as my sister bids,' said I. 'I must
make your bed,' pointing to the grass beneath his feet. 'But I think
it only fair to tell you that I am somewhat of a fighting man, which
you probably are not.'
'You mean...?' said he (turning round menacingly, but with no more
notion of how to use his fists than a lobster).
'I mean that we should not be fighting on equal terms,' I said.
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