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'No, I don't mean nothink o' the sort; the Romanies ain't got no
conscience, an' if the Gorgios has, it's precious little good as it
does 'em, as far as I can see. But the Romanies has got the Romany
Sap. Everything wrong as you does, such as killin' a Romany, or
cheatin' a Romany, or playin' the lubbany with a Gorgio, or breakin'
your oath to your mammy as is dead, or goin' ag'in the dukkerin'
dook, an' sich like, every one o' these things turns into the Romany
Sap.'
'You're speaking of conscience, Sinfi.'
'Every one o' them wrong things as you does seems to make out o' the
burk o' the airth a sap o' its own as has got its own pertickler
stare, but allus it's a hungry sap, Hal, an' a sap wi' bloody fangs.
An' it's a sap as follows the bad un's feet, Hal--follows the bad
un's feet wheresomever they goes; it's a sap as goes slippin' thro'
the dews o' the grass on the brightest mornin', an' dodges round the
trees in the sweetest evenin', an' goes wriggle, wriggle across the
brook jis' when you wants to enjoy yourself, jis' when you wants to
stay a bit on the steppin'-stuns to enjoy the sight o' the dear
little minnows a-shootin' atween the water-creases.
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