Beer I ain't fond on, and it 'ud take a
rare swill o' beer to get up as far as Meg Gudgeon's head."'
'There ain't much fault to be found with a woman like Meg Gudgeon,'
said Sinfi. 'Was the Beauty fond o' her? She ought to ha' bin.'
'She used to call her Knocker,' said the girl. 'She seemed very fond
of her when they were together, but seemed to forget her as soon as
they were apart.'
Sinfi and I then left the house.
In Great Queen Street she took my hand as if to bid me good-bye. But
she stood and gazed at me wistfully, and I gazed at her. At last she
said,
'An' now, brother, we'll jist go across to Kingston Vale, an' see my
daddy, an' set your livin'-waggin to rights.'
'Then, Sinfi,' I said, 'you and I are once more--'
I stopped and looked at her. The fearless young Amazon and seeress,
who kept a large family of the Kaulo Camloes in awe, was supposed to
have nearly conquered the feminine weakness of tears; but she had
not. There was a chink in the Amazon's armour, and I had found it.
'Yis,' said she, nodding her head and smiling.
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