The Gypsy Queen's Vow

The Gypsy Queen's Vow

May Agnes Fleming

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The Gypsy Queen's Vow by May Agnes Fleming

Chapter 1 NIGHT AND STORM.

"The night grows wondrous dark; deep-swelling gusts

And sultry stillness take the rule by turn,

While o'er our heads the black and heavy clouds

Roll slowly on. This surely bodes a storm."

-Baillie.

Overhead, the storm-clouds were scudding wildly across the sky, until all above was one dense pall of impenetrable gloom. A chill, penetrating rain was falling, and the wind came sweeping in long, fitful gusts-piercingly cold; for it was a night in March.

It was the north road to London. A thick, yellow fog, that had been rising all day from the bosom of the Thames, wrapped the great city in a blackness that might almost be felt; and its innumerable lights were shrouded in the deep gloom. Yet the solitary figure, flitting through the pelting rain and bleak wind, strained her eyes as she fled along, as though, despite the more than Egyptian darkness, she would force, by her fierce, steady glare, the obscure lights of the city to show themselves.

The night lingered and lingered, the gloom deepened and deepened, the rain plashed dismally; the wind blew in moaning, lamentable gusts, penetrating through the thick mantle she held closely around her. And still the woman fled on, stopping neither for wind, nor rain, nor storm-unheeding, unfeeling them all-keeping her fierce, devouring gaze fixed, with a look that might have pierced the very heavens, on the still far-distant city.

There was no one on the road but herself. The lateness of the hour-for it was almost midnight-and the increasing storm, kept pedestrians within doors that cheerless March night. Now and then she would pass cottages in which lights were still glaring, but most of the houses were wrapped in silence and darkness.

And still on, through night, and storm, and gloom, fled the wanderer, with the pitiless rain beating in her face-the chill blasts fluttering her thin-worn garments and long, wild, black hair. Still on, pausing not, resting not, never removing her steadfast gaze from the distant city-like a lost soul hurrying to its doom.

Suddenly, above the wailing of the wind and plashing of the rain, arose the thunder of horses' hoofs and the crash of approaching carriage wheels. Rapidly they came on, and the woman paused for a moment and leaned again a cottage porch, as if waiting until it should pass.

A bright light was still burning in the window, and it fell on the lonely wayfarer as she stood, breathing hard and waiting, with burning, feverish impatience, for the carriage to pass. It displayed the form of a woman of forty, or thereabouts, with a tall, towering, commanding figure, gaunt and bony. Her complexion was dark; its naturally swarthy hue having been tanned by sun and wind to a dark-brown. The features were strong, stern, and prominent, yet you could see at a glance that the face had once been a handsome one. Now, however-thin, haggard, and fleshless, with the high, prominent cheek-bones; the gloomy, overhanging brows; the stern, set, unyielding mouth; the rigid, corrugated brow; the fierce, devouring, maniac, black eyes-it looked positively hideous. Such eyes!-such burning, blazing orbs of fire, never was seen in human head before! They glowed like two live coals in a bleached skull. There was utter misery, there was despair unspeakable, mingled with fierce determination, in those lurid, flaming eyes. And that dark, stern terrific face was stamped with the unmistakable impress of a despised, degraded race. The woman was a gipsy. It needed not her peculiar dress, the costume of her tribe, to tell this, though that was significant enough. Her thick, coarse, jet-black hair, streaked with threads of gray, was pushed impatiently off her face; and her only head-covering was a handkerchief of crimson and black silk knotted under her chin. A cloak, of coarse, red woolen stuff, covered her shoulders, and a dress of the same material, but in color blue, reached hardly to her ankles. The brilliant head-dress, and unique, fiery costume, suited well the dark, fierce, passionate face of the wearer.

For an instant she paused, as if to let the carriage pass; then, as if even the delay of an instant was maddening, she started wildly up, and keeping her hungry, devouring gaze fixed on the vision of the still unseen city, she sped on more rapidly than before.

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The Gypsy Queen's Vow
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Chapter 1 NIGHT AND STORM.

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Chapter 2 MR. TOOSYPEGS.

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Chapter 3 THE LOVERS.

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Chapter 4 THE GIPSY'S VOW.

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Chapter 5 MOTHER AND SON.

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Chapter 6 THE CHILD-WIFE.

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Chapter 7 THE MOTHER'S DESPAIR.

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Chapter 8 MR. TOOSYPEGS "TURNS UP" AGAIN.

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Chapter 9 THE SECRET REVEALED.

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Chapter 10 THE VOICE OF COMING DOOM.

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Chapter 11 LITTLE ERMINIE.

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Chapter 12 WOMAN'S HATE.

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Chapter 13 RETRIBUTION.

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Chapter 14 THE NEW HOME.

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Chapter 15 AFTER MANY DAYS.

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Chapter 16 MASTER RANTY.

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Chapter 17 OUR ERMINIE.

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Chapter 18 PET'S PERIL.

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Chapter 19 PLAYING WITH EDGED TOOLS.

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Chapter 20 FIREFLY GOES TO SCHOOL.

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Chapter 21 PET BEGINS HER EDUCATION.

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Chapter 22 PET FINISHES HER EDUCATION.

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Chapter 23 THE ADOPTED DAUGHTER.

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Chapter 24 PET GIVES HER TUTOR A LESSON.

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Chapter 25 MR. TOOSYPEGS IN DISTRESS.

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Chapter 26 PET "RESPECTFULLY DECLINES."

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Chapter 27 GREEK MEETS GREEK.

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Chapter 28 AN UNLOOKED-FOR LOVER.

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Chapter 29 MR. TOOSYPEGS IN DISTRESS AGAIN.

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Chapter 30 MISS LAWLESS IN DIFFICULTIES.

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Chapter 31 THE OUTLAW'S WIFE.

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Chapter 32 THE OUTLAW.

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Chapter 33 HOME FROM SEA.

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Chapter 34 FACE TO FACE.

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Chapter 35 FATHER AND SON.

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Chapter 36 THE OUTLAW'S STORY.

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Chapter 37 THE ATTACK.

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Chapter 38 LADY MAUDE.

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Chapter 39 THE DAWN OF A BRIGHTER DAY.

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Chapter 40 CHIEFLY MATRIMONIAL.

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