'It is
all moonshine-madness. I'll never do it,--not at least while I retain
my reason. It was no doubt partly for safety as well as for the other
reason that my father wished the cross to be placed in the tomb. It
will be far safer now in a cabinet than anywhere else.'
'Reia,' said Sinfi, 'you told me wonst as your great-grandmother
was a Romany named Fenella Stanley. I have axed the Scollard
about her, and what do you think he says? He says that she wur my
great-grandmother too, for she married a Lovell as died.'
'Good heavens, Sinfi! Well, I'm proud of my kinswoman.'
'And he says that Fenella Stanley know'd more about the true
dukkerin, the dukkerin of the Romanies, than anybody as were ever
heerd on.'
'She seems to have been pretty superstitious,' I said, 'by all
accounts. But what has that to do with the cross?'
'You'll put it in the tomb again.'
'Never!'
'Fenella Stanley will see arter that.'
'Fenella Stanley! Why, she's dead and dust.'
'That's what I mean; that's why she can make you do it, and will.'
'Well, well! I did not come to talk about the cross; I want to have
a quiet word with you about another matter.
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