'Don't ax me about no mumply Gorgio's eyes,' muttered the man, striking the leather legging of his right leg with a silver-headed whip he carried. 'You're allus a-takin' intrust in the Gorgios, and yet you're allus a-makin' believe as you hate 'em.' 'You say Winifred Wynne is back again?' I cried in an eager voice. 'That's jist what I _did_ say, and I ain't deaf, my rei. How she managed to get back here puzzles me, poor thing, for she's jist for all the world like Rhona's daddy's daddy, Opi Bozzell, what buried his wits in his dead wife's coffin. She's even skeared at _me_.' 'Why, you don't mean to say Winnie's back!' cried the landlord. 'To think that I shouldn't have heard about Winnie Wynne bein' back. When did you see her, Sinfi?' 'I see her fust ever so many nights ago. I was comin' down this road, when what do I see but a gal a-kicking at the door of Mrs. Davies's emp'y house, and a-sobbin' she was jist fit to break her heart, and I sez to myself, as I looked at her--"Now, if it was possible for that 'ere gal to be Winifred Wynne, she'd be Winifred Wynne, but as it ain't possible for her to be Winifred Wynne, it _ain't_ Winifred Wynne, and any mumply Gorgie [Footnote] as _ain't_ Winifred Wynne may kick and sob for a blue moon for all me."' [Footnote: Gorgio, a man who is not a Gypsy. Gorgie, a woman who is not a Gypsy.] 'But it was Winnie Wynne, I s'pose?' said the landlord, in a state now of great curiosity. 'It was Winnie Wynne,' replied the Gypsy, handing her companion her empty beer-pot, and pointing to the landlord as a sign that the man was to pass it on to him to be refilled. 'Up I goes to her, and I says, "Why, sister, who's bin a-meddlin' with you? I'll tear the windpipe out o' anybody wot's been a-meddlin' with you."' When the girl used the word 'sister' a light broke in upon me. 'Are you Sinfi Lovell?' I cried. 'That jist my name, my rei; but as I said afore, I ain't deaf. Jist let Jim pass my beer across and don't interrup' me, please.' 'Don't rile her, sir,' whispered the landlord to me; 'she's got the real witch's eye, and can do you a mischief in a twink, if she likes. She's a good sort, though, for all that.' 'What are you two a-whisperin' about me?' said the girl in a menacing tone that seemed to alarm the landlord. 'I was only tellin' the gentleman not to rile you, because you was a fightin' woman,' said the man. The Gypsy looked appeased and even gratified at the landlord's explanation. 'But what did Winnie Wynne do then, Sinfi?' asked the landlord.