An' I says to her, "Mammy dear, afore my heart
shall break for any Gorgio I'll cut it out with this 'ere knife," an'
I draw'd her knife out o' her frock an' put it in my own, and here it
is.' And Sinfi pulled out her knife and showed it to me. 'An' now,
brother, I'm goin' to tell you somethink else, an' what I'm goin' to
tell you'll show we're goin' to part for ever an' ever. As sure as
ever the Golden Hand opened over Winnie Wynne's head an' yourn on
Snowdon, so sure did I feel that you two 'ud be married, even when it
seemed to you that she must he dead. An' as sure as ever my mammy
said I must beware o' Gorgios, so sure was I that you wur the very
Gorgio as wur to break the Romany chi's heart--if that Romany chi's
heart hadn't been Sinfi Lovell's. You hadn't been my pal long afore
I know'd that. Arter I had been with you a-lookin' for Winnie or
fishin' in the brooks, many's the time, when I lay in the tent with
the star-light a-shinin' through the chinks in the tent's mouth, that
I've said to myself, "The very Gorgio as my mother seed a-comin' to
the Lovells when she penned my dukkerin, he's asleep in his
livin'-waggin not five yards off.
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