I suggested to Sinfi that
we two should return to the bungalow. But she told me that her stay
there had come to an end. The firmness with which she made this
announcement made me sure that there was no appeal.
'Then,' said I, 'my living-waggon will come into use again. The
camping place is near some of the best trout streams in the
neighbourhood, and I sadly want some trout-fishing.'
'We part company to-day, brother,' she said. 'We can't be pals no
more--never no more.'
'Sister, I will not be parted from you: I shall follow you.'
'Reia--Hal Aylwin--you knows very well that any man, Gorgio or
Romany, as followed Sinfi Lovell when she told him not, 'ud ketch
a body-blow as wouldn't leave him three hull ribs, nor a ounce o'
wind to bless hisself with.'
'But I am now one of the Lovells, and I shall go with you. I am a
Romany myself--I mean I am becoming more and more of a Romany every
day and every hour. The blood of Fenella Stanley is in us both.'
She looked at me, evidently astonished at the earnestness and the
energy of my tone.
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