He's too hoot of a
mush to rocker a choori chavi.' [Hush, hush, Pharaoh. He's too proud
to speak to a poor child.]
Of course there was immense curiosity about my life at the bungalow,
not only among the visitors at the Capel Curig Hotel, but among the
Welsh residents; and rarely did the weekly papers come out without
some paragraph about me. As a result of this, some of the London
papers reproduced the paragraphs, and built upon their gossip columns
of a positively offensive nature. In a paper which I will for
convenience call the _London Satirist_ appeared a paragraph which
some one cut out of the columns of the paper and posted to me. It ran
thus:
'THE ECCENTRIC AYLWINS.--The power of heredity, which has much
exercised the mind of Balzac, has never been more strikingly
exemplified than in the case of the great family of the Aylwins. It
is matter of common knowledge that some generations ago one of the
Aylwins married a Gypsy. This fact did not, however, prevent his
branch from being respectable, and receiving the name of the proud
Aylwins; and the Gypsy blood remained entirely in abeyance until the
present generation.
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