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'You don't mean,' I said, 'that it is a real flesh-and-blood sap, but
a sap that you think you see and feel.'
'Hal,' said Sinfi, 'a Romany's feelin's ain't like a Gorgio's. A
Romany can feel the bite of a sap whether it's made o' flesh an'
blood or not, and the Romany Sap's all the wuss for not bein' a
flesh-and-blood sap, for it's a cuss hatched in the airth; it's
everythink a-cussin' on ye--the airth, an' the sky, an' the dukkerin'
dook.'
Her manner was so solemn, her grand simplicity was so pathetic, that
I felt I could not urge her to do what her conscience told her was
wrong. But soon that which no persuasion of mine would have effected
the grief and disappointment expressed by my face achieved.
'Hal,' she said, 'I sometimes feel as if I'd bear the bite o' all the
Romany saps as ever wur hatched to give you a little comfort.
Besides, it's for a true Romany arter all--it's for myself quite as
much as for you that I'm a-goin' to see whether Winnie is alive or
dead. If she's dead we sha'n't see nothink, and perhaps if she's in
one o' them fits o' hern we sha'n't see nothink; but if she's alive
and herself ag'in, I believe I shall see--p'raps we shall both
see--her livin' mullo.
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