O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1919 by Various
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page 267 of 410 (65%)
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"Then punish her."
"What shall be done to the man?" "Is he a Romany?" "No." Jan Jacobus half started up, but strong hands instantly jerked him down. "He is a gorgio?" "Yes." "Do nothing. We do not soil our hands with gorgios. Let the woman bear the blame. She is a Romany. She should have known better. She is a woman, the wiser sex. It is her fault. Let her be punished." "Do you all say so?" George Lane demanded. "We say so." Again the rippling murmur. Jan Jacobus made a desperate attempt to get on his feet, but, for all his strength, he might as well have tried to uncoil the folds of a great snake as to unbind the many hands that held him, for the Romanys have as many secret ways of restraining a person as the Japanese. George Lane drew his wife tenderly close to him. "She shall be punished," he said, "but first she shall hear, before you |
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