I said aloud: 'I never fight girls, and I tell you I don't like their licking me.' 'Then you come down to the river and wash your face,' said she, and pulled me by the fingers, and when she had washed my face clear of blood, kissed me.

I thought she tasted of the prizefighter.
Late in the afternoon Osric proposed that he and I and the prizefighter should take a walk.

I stipulated for Kiomi to be of the party, which was allowed, and the gipsy-women shook my hand as though I had been departing on a long expedition, entreating me not to forget them, and never to think evil of poor gipsy-folk.
'Why, I mean to stay with you,' said I.
They grinned delightedly, and said I must be back to see them break up camp in the evening.

Every two or three minutes Kiomi nudged my elbow and pointed behind, where I saw the women waving their coloured neckerchiefs.

Out of sight of our tents we came in view of the tramp.
Kiomi said, 'Hide!' I dived into a furze dell.