Them that lives out of doors--can they get up as early as they likes,
without being called? he asks. "Does gipsies go to bed in their clothes?
"Does they sometimes forget their prayers, with not regularly dressing
and undressing? "Did I ever sleep on heather? "Does we ever travel by
moonlight? "Do I see the sun rise every morning? "Did I ever meet a
highwayman? "Does I believe in ghosts? "Can I really tell fortunes? "I
takes his shapely little hand--as brown as your own, my daughter, for
his mother, like myself, was a pure Roman, and looked down upon by her
people in consequence for marrying my son, who is of mixed blood (my
husband being in family, as in every other respect, undeserving of the
slightest mention). "'Let me tell you your fortune, my noble little
gentleman,' I says. 'The lines of life are crossed early with those of
travelling. Far will you wander, and many things will you see. S
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