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Romany of the Snows, Continuation of "Pierre and His People" by Gilbert Parker
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"You're a great man," said Pierre with a touch of gentle irony, for his
natural malice had no play against the huge ex-king of his own making.
With these big creatures--he had connived with several in his time--he
had ever been superior, protective, making them to feel that they were as
children beside him. He looked at Macavoy musingly, and said to himself:
"Well, why not? If it is a joke, then it is a joke; if it is a thing to
make the world stand still for a minute sometime, so much the better. He
is all waste now. By the holy, he shall do it. It is amusing, and it may
be great by and by."

Presently Pierre said aloud: "Well, my Macavoy, what will you do? Send
this good gift?"

"Aw yis, Pierre; I shtand by that from the crown av me head to the sole
av me fut sure. Face like a mornin' in May, and hands like the tunes of
an organ, she has. Spakes wid a look av her eye and a twist av her purty
lips an' swaying body, an' talkin' to you widout a word. Aw
motion--motion--motion; yis, that's it. An' I've seen her an tap av a
hill wid the wind blowin' her hair free, and the yellow buds on the tree,
and the grass green beneath her feet, the world smilin' betune her and
the sun: pictures--pictures, aw yis! Promissory notice on demand is it
anny toime? Seven fut three on me bare toes--but Father o' Sin! when she
calls I come, yis."

"On your oath, Macavoy?" asked Pierre; "by the book av the Mass?"

Macavoy stood up straight till his head scraped the cobwebs between the
rafters, the wild indignation of a child in his eye. "D'ye think I'm a
thafe to stale me own word? Hut! I'll break ye in two, ye wisp o' straw,
if ye doubt me word to a lady. There's me note av hand, and ye shall have
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