Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
them on the cards myself.' I was going on in this way when the ould
thaif of a rector, flinging down the cards, made at me as if to kick me
out of the room, whereupon I started up and said, 'If ye are for kicking,
sure two can play at that;' and then I kicked at his reverence, and his
reverence at me, and there was a regular scrimmage between us, which
frightened the Pope, who, getting up, said some words which I did not
understand, but which the cook afterwards told me were, 'English
extravagance, and this is the second edition;' for it seems that, a
little time before, his Holiness had been frightened in St. Peter's
Church by the servant of an English family, which those thaives of the
English religious house had been endeavouring to bring over to the
Catholic faith, and who didn't approve of their being converted. Och!
his Holiness did us all sore injustice to call us English, and to
confound our house with the other; for however dirty our house might be,
our house was a clane house compared with the English house, and we
honest people compared with those English thaives. Well, his Holiness
was frighted, and the almoner ran out, and brought in his Holiness's
attendants, and they laid hold of me, but I struggled hard, and said, 'I
will not go without my pack; arrah, your Holiness! make them give me my
pack, which Shorsha gave me in Dungarvon times of old;' but my struggles
were of no use. I was pulled away and put out in the ould dungeon, and
his Holiness went away sore frighted, crossing himself much, and never
returned again.
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