Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest by George Henry Borrow
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had already puzzled me. At length the man looked me in the face, and
said, somewhat hesitatingly, 'So you are not one of them there after all?' _Myself_. One of them there? I don't know what you mean. _Man_. Why, we have been thinking you were a goblin--a devilkin! However, I see how it is: you are a sap-engro, a chap who catches snakes, and plays tricks with them! Well, it comes very nearly to the same thing; and if you please to list with us, and bear us pleasant company, we shall be glad of you. I'd take my oath upon it, that we might make a mort of money by you and that sap, and the tricks it could do; and, as you seem fly to everything, I shouldn't wonder if you would make a prime hand at telling fortunes. 'I shouldn't wonder,' said I. _Man_. Of course. And you might still be our God Almighty, or at any rate our clergyman, so you should live in a tilted cart by yourself, and say prayers to us night and morning--to wifelkin here, and all our family; there's plenty of us when we are all together: as I said before, you seem fly, I shouldn't wonder if you could read? 'Oh yes!' said I, 'I can read'; and, eager to display my accomplishments, I took my book out of my pocket, and, opening it at random, proceeded to read how a certain man, whilst wandering about a certain solitary island, entered a cave, the mouth of which was overgrown with brushwood, and how he was nearly frightened to death in that cave by something which he saw. 'That will do,' said the man; 'that's the kind of prayers for me and my |
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