Yis, this is the way to make her dukkeripen come true,
and then mine can't. Yis, this is the very way. They shall meet again
by Knockers' Llyn, where I seed the Golden Hand, and arter that,
never shall little Sinfi go agin you, dear. And never no more shall
any one on 'em, Gorgio or Gorgie, bring their gries and their
beautiful livin'-waggins among tents o' ourn. Never no more shall
they jine our breed--never no more, never no more. And then my
dukkeripen _can't_ come true.'
Then, springing up, she said, 'I'll stand the risk anyhow. You may
pass the cuss on to me if you can.'
'The seizure has nothing to do with any curse,' said Mivart, 'but if
you think it has, you are the last person to whom it should be
transmitted.'
'Oh, never fear,' said Sinfi; 'Gorgio cuss can't touch Romany. But
if you find you can pass the cuss on to me, I'll stand the cuss all
the same.'
I always admired this noble girl very much, and I pointed out to her
the danger of the experiment to one of her temperament, but assured
her the superstition about the Gorgio curse was entirely an idle one.
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