I used to like the Gorgios wonst as well as ever
Rhona did--else how should I ever ha' been so fond o' Winnie Wynne?
Tell me that,' she said, in an argumentative way as though I had
challenged her speech. 'If I hadn't ha' liked the Gorgios wonst, how
should I ha' been so fond o' Winnie Wynne? An' why don't I like
Gorgios now? Many's the time you've ax'd me that question, an' now's
the time for me to tell you. I know'd the time 'ud come, an' this is
the time to tell you, when you and me and Winnie are a-goin' to part
for ever at the top o' the biggest mountain in the world, this 'ere
blessed Snowdon, as allus did seem somehow to belong to her an' me.
When I wur fond o' the Gorgios,--fonder nor ever Rhona Boswell wur at
that time ('cos she hadn't never met then with the Gorgio she's
a-goin' to die for),--it wur when I war a little chavi, an' didn't
know nothink about dukkeripens at all; but arterwards my mammy told
my dukkeripen out o' the clouds, an' it wur jist this: I wur to
beware o' Gorgios, 'cos a Gorgio would come among the Kaulo Camloes
an' break my heart.
Pages:
778
779
780
781
782
783
784
785
786
787
788
789
790
791
792
793
794
795
796
797
798
799
800
801
802