The Gipsy: A Tale (Vols I & II)James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Gipsy: A Tale (Vols I & II)
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Romanies -- Fiction
"I am rewarded already, lady," he said; "I am rewarded by what I have
seen, I am rewarded by what I have felt, I am rewarded by knowing that
there is one at least that can do justice, in her own heart, even to a
gipsy. Lady, I must go: my stay is dangerous. Fare you well."
At that moment, however, there was a powerful hand laid upon his
shoulder, and as he turned quickly round, he found himself faced by
Colonel Manners, who still kept his hold of the gipsy's collar and
shoulder, notwithstanding the sudden jerk he gave himself.
"You are my prisoner," said Manners, sternly. "Surrender at once, for
resistance is in vain."
"Doubtless, doubtless," answered the gipsy, bitterly. "I have fallen
into the trap, and it is useless to writhe. Oh, God of heaven! how
often have I sworn never again to do a service to any of these human
worms; for, if not punished by their own base ingratitude, some other
evil is sure to follow, as if thou hadst sworn vengeance on every one
that did an act of kindness to their outcast race!"
"You shall not suffer, however, for your service to me," said Mrs.
Falkland, advancing. "I have pledged you my word, and I will redeem
it.--Colonel Manners," she continued, "listen to me for one moment:
this man has, within this quarter of an hour, saved my daughter's
life, at the risk of his own."
"Indeed!" cried Colonel Manners. "May I ask how? I trust Miss Falkland
is not hurt."
"No, not at all, I believe," replied Mrs. Falkland. "She fell from the
bank into the stream--sunk before my eyes, Colonel Manners; and had it
not been for his instant aid, she would have been now no more."
"I am most delighted, indeed, to hear of her escape," replied Manners;
"and would to God it had been my fate to render her the assistance,
instead of this person, for I should then have avoided a most painful
duty. But, indeed, my dear madam, as it is--"
"Nay, say not a word more, Colonel Manners," interrupted Mrs.
Falkland, "but hear my story out. He saved my daughter from the
stream; he swam with her to land; but she was without sense or motion.
I had nobody with me to help me, and I besought him, for the sake of
Heaven, to do what my strength was, of course, not sufficient to
perform, and to bear her home. He then told me his name; informed me
that people were hunting him like a wolf among the woods; and asked if
I could expect him to venture into the very midst of his enemies. I
plighted my word for his safety--I promised him by every thing sacred
that he should meet no impediment in quitting my dwelling; and upon
that promise alone he came."
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