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Chapter 42

           

           Therewerenowomenorchildren,asshehadseeninothergipsycampstheyhadpassedintheirwayfaring,andbutonegipsyatallathleticman,whostoodwithhisarmsfolded,leaningagainstatreeatalittledistanceoff,lookingnowatthefire,andnow,underhisblackeyelashes,atthreeothermenwhowerethere,withawatchfulbuthalf-concealedinterestintheirconversation.Ofthese,hergrandfatherwasone;theotherssherecognisedasthefirstcard-playersatthepublic-houseontheeventfulnightofthestormthemanwhomtheyhadcalledIsaacList,andhisgruffcompanion.Oneofthelow,archedgipsy-tents,commontothatpeople,waspitchedhardby,butiteitherwas,orappearedtobe,empty.

           ‘Well,areyougoing?’saidthestoutman,lookingupfromthegroundwherehewaslyingathisease,intohergrandfather’sface.‘Youwereinamightyhurryaminuteago.Go,ifyoulike.You’reyourownmaster,Ihope?’

           ‘Don’tvexhim,’returnedIsaacList,whowassquattinglikeafrogontheothersideofthefire,andhadsoscrewedhimselfupthatheseemedtobesquintingallover;‘hedidn’tmeananyoffence.’

           ‘Youkeepmepoor,andplunderme,andmakeasportandjestofmebesides,’saidtheoldman,turningfromonetotheother.‘Ye’lldrivememadamongye.’

           Theutterirresolutionandfeeblenessofthegrey-hairedchild,contrastedwiththekeenandcunninglooksofthoseinwhosehandshewas,smoteuponthelittlelistener’sheart.Butsheconstrainedherselftoattendtoallthatpassed,andtonoteeachlookandword.

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