I have
often seen your lips move and nothing has come from them but a
whisper, "I will, I will, I will."'
'Ah, you've noticed that, have you? Well then, _now_ you know what
it meant.'
'But, Sinfi, you have not told me what your dukkeripen is. You have
often alluded to it, but you have never allowed me even to guess what
it is.'
Sinfi's face beamed with pride of triumph.
'You never guessed it? No, you never could guess it. An' months an'
months have we lived together an' you heard me whisper "I will, I
will," an' you never guessed what them words meant. Lucky for you, my
fine Gorgio, that you didn't guess it,' she said, in an altered tone.
'Why?'
''Cos if you had a-guessed it you'd ha' cotch'd a left-hand body-blow
that 'ud most like ha' killed you. That's what you'd ha' cotch'd. But
now as we're a-goin' to part for ever I'll tell you.'
'Part for ever, Sinfi?'
'Yis, an' that's why I'm goin' to tell you what my dukkeripen wur.
Many's the time as you've asked me how it was that, for all that you
and I was pals, I hate the Gorgios in a general way as much as Rhona
Boswell likes 'em.
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