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
could not learn his thaives' Latin, and discourse with him in it, and
comparing me with another acquaintance, or bit of a pal of his, whom he
said he had parted with in the fair, and of whom he was fond of saying
all kinds of wonderful things, amongst others, that he knew the grammar
of all tongues. At last, wearied with being twitted by him with not
being able to learn his thaives' Greek, I proposed that I should teach
him Irish, that we should spake it together when we had anything to say
in sacret. To that he consented willingly; but, och! a purty hand he
made with Irish, 'faith, not much better than did I with his thaives'
Hebrew. Then my turn came, and I twitted him nicely with dulness, and
compared him with a pal that I had in ould Ireland, in Dungarvon times of
yore, to whom I teached Irish, telling him that he was the broth of a
boy, and not only knew the grammar of all human tongues, but the dialects
of the snakes besides; in fact, I tould him all about your own sweet
self, Shorsha, and many a dispute and quarrel had we together about our
pals, which was the cleverest fellow, his or mine.
'Well, after having been wid him about two months, I quitted him without
noise, taking away one of his tables, and some peas and thimbles: and
that I did with a safe conscience, for he paid me nothing, and was not
over free with the meat and the drink, though I must say of him that he
was a clever fellow, and perfect master of his trade, by which he made a
power of money, and bating his not being able to learn Irish, and a
certain Jewish lisp which he had, a great master of his tongue, of which
he was very proud, so much so that he once told me that when he had saved
a certain sum of money he meant to leave off the thimbling business, and
enter Parliament, into which he said he could get at any time, through
the interest of a friend of his, a Tory Peer, my Lord Whitefeather, with
whom he said he had occasionally done business. With the table and other
things which I had taken I commenced trade on my own account, having
contrived to learn a few of his tricks. My only capital was the change
for half-a-guinea, which he had once let fall, and which I picked up,
which was all I could ever get from him, for it was impossible to stale
any money from him, he was so awake, being up to all the tricks of
thaives, having followed the diving trade, as he called it, for a
considerable time. My wish was to make enough by my table to enable me
to return with credit to ould Ireland, where I had no doubt of being able
to get myself ordained as priest; and, in troth, notwithstanding I was a
beginner, and without any companion to help me, I did tolerably well,
getting my meat and drink, and increasing my small capital, till I came
to this unlucky place of Horncastle, where I was utterly ruined by the
thaif in the rider's dress. And now, Shorsha, I am after telling you my
history; perhaps you will now be telling me something about yourself?'
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