130 TYLNEY HALL* gone in courtship. But she is like all her tribe ; a gold ring and a bridecake are their staple commodities/' ff Not so fast, young man," said the fortune-teller ; >
TYLNEY HALL. 131 turned his horse round and rode after the Sybil, determined to ask her a few questions for the benefit of his bettingbook, while the rest of the party pulled up and waited to see the issue of the conference. The woman had gained the brow of a gentle hill before she was overtaken, and as she stood in relief against the sky they could see every motion. By the action of her hands and arms it was evident that she was talking with great vehemence, and the Squire, who had dismounted, by his gestures was equally importunate, till at last as she turned to go they saw him catch hold of her cloak, as if to detain her by force. Her right arm immediately rose at full stretch above her head, and a flash came from the hand in the sun- shine like the glancing of steel. The blow however did not descend : the garment was released, the woman disappeared instantly behind the brow of the hill; and the Squire, remounting his horse, came slowly back to re- join his companions. " There you come, Squire," cried Sir Mark, " with your head drooping and your tail down, like a greyhound " that has lost his hare ! " Confound her," said Ned, with a smart slap of his " wants a cage and a keeper worse than ten tiger-cats or cat a-moun tains looks riding whip on his boot ; scratches, and talks bites. Never met an uglier customer " never never never ! " We thought we saw the gleam of a knife," remarked Ringwood. " Ay, boy," said the Squire, " long blade sharp point fit to kill a porker ; did its share of work, may be, at Hazel Bridge no saying. A regular vicious jade would " turn a man to clod and sticking, in the snap of a flint ! " You should have tried her with gold," said Raby ; " these gipsies well know how to raise their market. They reject copper in the hope of silver ; and refuse silver in expectation of gold." "Had gold on the hook, man," replied the squire, " but no go ; wouldn't rise at a guinea. Very odd, won't take money, don't patter slang, long knife, and no " fork to it !