my brother, who says I must go with him; and what he says must
be." So with her brother she departed, and her Christian friends never
saw her again. What became of her? Was she made away with? Many
thought she was, but she was not. Ryley put her into a light cart, drawn
by a "flying pony," and hurried her across England, even to distant
Norfolk, where he left her with three Gipsy women. With these women the
writer found her encamped in a dark wood, and had much discourse with her
both on Christian and Egyptian matters. She was very melancholy,
bitterly regretted her having been compelled to quit her Christian
friends, and said that she wished she had never been a Gipsy. She was
exhorted to keep a firm grip of her Christianity, and was not seen again
for a quarter of a century, when she was met on Epsom Downs on the Derby
day, when the terrible horse, "Gladiateur," beat all the English steeds.
She was then very much changed indeed, appearing as a full-blown Egyptian
matron, with two very handsome daughters flaringly dressed in genuine
Gipsy fashion, to whom she was giving motherly counsels as to the best
means to _hok_ and _dukker_ the gentlefolk. All her Christianity she
appeared to have flung to the dogs, for when the writer spoke to her on
that very important subject she made no answer save by an indescribable
Gipsy look. On other matters she was communicative enough, telling the
writer, amongst other things, that since he saw her she had been twice
married, and both times very well, for that her first husband, by whom
she had the two daughters, whom the writer "kept staring at," was a man
every inch of him, and her second, who was then on the Downs grinding
knives with a machine he had, though he had not much manhood, being
nearly eighty years old, had something much better, namely, a mint of
money, which she hoped shortly to have in her possession.

Ryley, like most of the Bosvils, was a tinker by profession; but though a
tinker, he was amazingly proud and haughty of heart. His grand ambition
was to be a great man among his people, a Gipsy king (no such individuals
as either Gipsy kings or queens ever existed). To this end he furnished
himself with clothes made after the costliest Gipsy fashion; the two
hinder buttons of the coat, which was of thick blue cloth, were broad
gold pieces of Spain, generally called ounces; the fore-buttons were
English "spaded guineas," the buttons of the waistcoat were half-gu