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
determined to arouse him, and cried as loud as I could, "Sir, sir, pray
sleep no more!" He heard what I said, opened his eyes again, stared at
me with a look of some consciousness, and, half raising himself upon his
elbows, asked me what was the matter. "I beg your pardon," said I, "but
I took the liberty of awaking you, because you appeared to be much
disturbed in your sleep--I was fearful, too, that you might catch a fever
from sleeping under a tree." "I run no risk," said the man, "I often
come and sleep here; and as for being disturbed in my sleep, I felt very
comfortable; I wish you had not awoken me." "Well," said I, "I beg your
pardon once more. I assure you that what I did was with the best
intention." "Oh! pray make no further apology," said the individual, "I
make no doubt that what you did was done kindly; but there's an old
proverb to the effect 'that you should let sleeping dogs lie,'" he added,
with a smile. Then, getting up, and stretching himself with a yawn, he
took up his book and said, "I have slept quite long enough, and it's
quite time for me to be going home." "Excuse my curiosity," said I, "if
I inquire what may induce you to come and sleep in this meadow?" "To
tell you the truth," answered he, "I am a bad sleeper." "Pray pardon
me," said I, "if I tell you that I never saw one sleep more heartily."
"If I did so," said the individual, "I am beholden to this meadow and
this book; but I am talking riddles, and will explain myself. I am the
owner of a very pretty property, of which this valley forms part. Some
years ago, however, up started a person who said the property was his; a
lawsuit ensued, and I was on the brink of losing my all, when, most
unexpectedly, the suit was determined in my favour. Owing, however, to
the anxiety to which my mind had been subjected for years, my nerves had
become terribly shaken; and no sooner was the trial terminated than sleep
forsook my pillow. I sometimes passed nights without closing an eye; I
took opiates, but they rather increased than alleviated my malady. About
three weeks ago a friend of mine put this book into my hand, and advised
me to take it every day to some pleasant part of my estate, and try and
read a page or two, assuring me, if I did, that I should infallibly fall
asleep. I took his advice, and selecting this place, which I considered
the pleasantest part of my property, I came, and lying down, commenced
reading the book, and before finishing a page was in a dead slumber.
Every day since then I have repeated the experiment, and every time with
equal success. I am a single man, without any children; and yesterday I
made my will, in which, in the event of my friend's surviving me, I have
left him all my fortune, in gratitude for his having procured for me the
most invaluable of all blessings--sleep."
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