The Romany Rye: a sequel to "Lavengro" — John Shaqi
The Romany Rye: a sequel to "Lavengro"Borrow, George
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The Romany Rye: a sequel to "Lavengro"
Borrow, George
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
If it were needful to furnish other instances of Borrow's interest in
children, and also of his susceptibility to feminine charms, I could
easily furnish them. As to the "rancorous hatred that smouldered in that
sad heart of his," in spite of all his oddities, all his
"cantankerousness," to use one of his own words, he was a singularly
steadfast and loyal friend. Indeed, it was the very steadfastness of his
friendship that drove him to perpetrate that outrage at Mr. Bevan's
house, recorded in Dr. Gordon Hake's "Memoirs." I need only recall the
way in which he used to speak of those who had been kind to him (such as
his publisher, Mr. John Murray for instance) to show that no one could be
more loyal or more grateful than he who has been depicted as the
incarnation of all that is spiteful, fussy, and mean. There is no need
for the world to be told here that the author of "Lavengro" is a
delightful writer, and one who is more sure than most authors of his time
to win that little span of life which writing men call "immortality." But
if there is need for the world to be told further that George Borrow was
a good man, that he was a most winsome and a most charming companion,
that he was an English gentleman, straightforward, honest, and brave as
the very best exemplars of that fine old type, the world is now told
so--told so by two of the few living men who can speak of him with
authority, the writer of the above letter and myself.
THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON.
CHAPTER I.
THE MAKING OF THE LINCH-PIN--THE SOUND SLEEPER--BREAKFAST--THE
POSTILLION'S DEPARTURE.
I awoke at the first break of day, and, leaving the postillion fast
asleep, stepped out of the tent. The dingle was dank and dripping. I
lighted a fire of coals, and got my forge in readiness. I then ascended
to the field, where the chaise was standing as we had left it on the
previous evening. After looking at the cloud-stone near it, now cold,
and split into three pieces, I set about prying narrowly into the
condition of the wheel and axle-tree--the latter had sustained no damage
of any consequence, and the wheel, as far as I was able to judge, was
sound, being only slightly injured in the box. The only thing requisite
to set the chaise in a travelling condition appeared to be a linch-pin,
which I determined to make. Going to the companion wheel, I took out the
linch-pin, which I carried down with me to the dingle, to serve me as a
model.
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