" That's what made me seem so
strange to you at times, thinkin' o' my mammy's words, an' sayin'
"I will, I will." An' now, brother, fare you well.'
'But you must bid Winnie good-bye,' I said, as I saw her returning.
'Better not,' said she. 'You tell her I've changed my mind about
goin' to Carnarvon. She'll think we shall meet again, but we
sha'n't. Tell her that they expect you and her at the inn at
Llanberis. Rhona will be there to-night with Winnie's clo'es and
things.'
'Sinfi,' I said, 'I cannot part from you thus. I should be miserable
all my days. No man ever had such a noble, self-sacrificing friend as
you. I cannot give you up. In a few days I shall go to the tents and
see you and Rhona, and my old friends, Panuel and Jericho; I shall
indeed, Sinfi. I mean to do it.'
'No, no,' cried Sinfi; 'everythink says "No" to that; the clouds an'
the stars says "No," an' the win' says "No," and the shine and the
shadows says "No," and the Romany Sap says "No." An' I shall send your
livin'-waggin away, reia; yis, I shall send it arter you, Hal, and
your two beautiful gries; an' I shall tell my daddy--as never
conterdicks his chavi in nothink, 'cos she's took the seein' eye from
Shuri Lovell--I shall tell my dear daddy as no Gorgio and no Gorgie,
no lad an' no wench as ever wur bred o' Gorgio blood an' bones,
mustn't never live with our breed no more.
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