'Danger or no danger,' she said, 'I'll chance it; I'll chance it.'
'It might be the death of you,' I said, 'if you believe that the
seizure is a curse.'
'Death!' she murmured, with a smile. 'It ain't death as is likely to
scare a Romany chi, 'specially if she happens to want to die;' and
then she said aloud, 'I tell you I mean to chance it, but I think my
dear old daddy ought to know about it. So if you'll jist write to him
at Gypsy Dell, by Rington, and ask him to come and see me here, I'm
right well sure he'll come and see me at wonst. He can't read the
letter hisself, of course, but the Scollard can, and so can Rhona
Boswell. One on 'em will read it to him, and I know he'll come at
wonst. I shouldn't like to run such a risk without my dear blessed
old daddy knowin' on it.'
It ended in Mivart's writing to Sinfi's father, and Panuel Lovell
turned up the next evening in a great state of alarm as to what he
was wanted for. Panuel's opposition to the scheme was so strong that
I refused to urge the point.
It was a very touching scene between him and Sinfi.
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