What's the noise they make in the heart, if it's not singing?
You don't hear with the ears only. The heart hears. It's only a manner of
speaking, this talk about the senses. One sense can do the same as all
can do and a Romany ought to know how to use one or all. When your heart
called I heard it, and across the seas I came. And by long and by last,
but I was right in coming."
His impudence at once irritated her and provoked her admiration. She knew
by instinct how false he was, and how a lie was as common with him as the
truth; but his submission to her father, his indifference to his
imprisonment, forced her interest, even as she was humiliated by the fact
that he was sib to her, bound by ties of clan and blood apart from his
monstrous claim of marriage. He was indeed such a man as a brainless or
sensual woman could yield to with ease. He had an insinuating animal
grace, that physical handsomeness which marks so many of the Tziganies
who fill the red coats of a Gipsy musical sextette! He was not
distinguished, yet there was an intelligence in his face, a daring at his
lips and chin, which, in the discipline and conventions of organized
society, would have made him superior. Now, with all his sleek
handsomeness, he looked a cross between a splendid peasant and a
chevalier of industry.
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