s, and his
dealings in wafedo loovo to be noised about. Moreover, by his grand airs
and violent proceedings, he had incurred the hatred of both Gorgios and
Gipsies, particularly of the latter, some of whom he had ridden over and
lamed for life. One day he addressed his two wives--

"The Gorgios seek to hang me,
The Gipsies seek to kill me;
This country we must leave."

SHURI.

"I'll join with you to heaven,
I'll fare with you, Yandors,
But not if Lura goes."

LURA.

"I'll join with you to heaven
And to the wicked country,
Though Shuri goeth too."

RYLEY.

"Since I must choose betwixt you,
My choice is Yocky Shuri,
Though Lura loves me best."

LURA.

"My blackest curse on Shuri;
Oh, Ryley, I'll not curse you,
But you will never thrive."

She then took her departure, with her cart and donkey, and Ryley remained
with Shuri.

RYLEY.

"I've chosen now betwixt ye,
Your wish you now have gotten,
But for it you shall smart."

He then struck her with his fist on the cheek and broke her jaw-bone.
Shuri uttered no cry or complaint, only mumbled--

"Although with broken jaw-bone,
I'll follow thee, my Riley,
Since Lura doesn't fal."

Thereupon Ryley and Yocky Shuri left Yorkshire and wended their way to
London, where they took up their abode in the Gipsyry near Shepherd's
Bush. Shuri went about dukkering and hokking, but not with the spirit of
former times, for she was not quite so young as she had been, and her
jaw, which was never properly cured, pained her very much. Ryley went
about tinkering, but he was unacquainted with London and its
neighbourhood, and did not get much to do. An old Gipsy man, who was
driving about a little cart filled with skewers, saw him standing in a
state of perplexity at a place where four roads met:--

OLD GIPSY.

"Methinks I see a brother.
Who's your father? Who's your mother?
And what be your name?"

RYLEY.

"A Bosvil was my father,
A Bosvil was my mother,
And Ryley is my name."

OLD GIPSY.

"I'm glad to see you, brother;
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