a few hours ago," he continued, "you were a gypsy girl in a fantastic dress, barefooted—"
The Egyptian's bare foot at once peeped out mischievously from beneath the cloak, then again retired into hiding.
"You spoke as broadly," complained the minister, somewhat taken aback by this apparition, "as any woman in Thrums, and now you fling a cloak over your shoulders, and immediately become a fine lady. Who are you?"
"Perhaps," answered the Egyptian, "it is the cloak that has bewitched me." She slipped out of it. "Ay, ay, ou losh?" she said, as if surprised, "it was just the cloak that did it, for now I'm a puir ignorant bit lassie again. My, certie, but claithes does make a differ to a woman?"
This was sheer levity, and Gavin walked scornfully away from it.
"Yet, if you will not tell me who you are," he said, looking over his shoulder, "tell me where you got the cloak."
"Na faags," replied the gypsy out of the cloak. "Really, Mr. Dishart, you had better not ask," she added, replacing it over her.
She followed him, meaning to gain the open by the fields to the north of the manse.
"Good-bye," she said, holding out her hand, "if you are not to give me up."
"I am not a policeman," replied Gavin, but he would not take her hand.
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