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
in my pocket, and I bethought me, moreover, that, knave as I knew him to
be, he had always treated me with civility; so I nodded to him, and he
said something which, perhaps, he meant for Latin, but which sounded very
much like ‘vails,’ and by which he doubtless alluded to the money which
he had given me. He then went into the house with the rest, the coach
drove away which had brought the others, and I was about to get on the
box and follow; observing, however, two more chaises driving up, I
thought I would be in no hurry, so I just led my horses and chaise a
little out of the way, and pretending to be occupied about the harness, I
kept a tolerably sharp look-out at the new arrivals. Well, partner, the
next vehicle that drove up was a gentleman’s carriage which I knew very
well, as well as those within it, who were a father and son, the father a
good kind of old gentleman, and a justice of the peace, therefore, not
very wise, as you may suppose; the son a puppy who has been abroad, where
he contrived to forget his own language, though only nine months absent,
and now rules the roast over his father and mother, whose only child he
is, and by whom he is thought wondrous clever. So this foreigneering
chap brings his poor old father to this out-of-the-way house to meet
these Platitudes and petty-larceny villains, and perhaps would have
brought his mother too, only, simple thing, by good fortune she happens
to be laid up with the rheumatiz. Well, the father and son, I beg
pardon, I mean the son and father, got down and went in, and then after
their carriage was gone, the chaise behind drove up, in which was a huge
fat fellow, weighing twenty stone at least, but with something of a
foreign look, and with him—who do you think? Why, a rascally Unitarian
minister, that is, a fellow who had been such a minister, but who, some
years ago leaving his own people, who had bred him up and sent him to
their college at York, went over to the High Church, and is now, I
suppose, going over to some other Church, for he was talking as he got
down, wondrous fast in Latin, or what sounded something like Latin, to
the fat fellow, who appeared to take things wonderfully easy, and merely
grunted to the dog Latin which the scoundrel had learnt at the expense of
the poor Unitarians at York. So they went into the house, and presently
arrived another chaise, but ere I could make any further observations,
the porter of the out-of-the-way house came up to me, asking what I was
stopping there for? bidding me go away, and not pry into other people’s
business. ‘Pretty business,’ said I to him, ‘that is being transacted in
a place like this,’ and then I was going to say something uncivil, but he
went to attend to the new comers, and I took myself away on my own
business as he bade me, not, however, before observing that these two
last were a couple of blackcoats.”
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