'Mi Duvel', but I know you all!"
Every word he said went home. She knew that there was truth in what he
said, and that beneath all was the Romany blood; but she meant to conquer
it. She had made her vow to one in England that she loved, and she would
not change. Whatever happened, she had finished with Romany life, and to
go back would only mean black tragedy in the end. A month ago it was a
vow and an inner desire which made her determined; to-day it was the vow
and a man--a Gorgio whom she had but now left in the woods, gazing after
her with the look which a woman so well interprets.
"You mean you won't go free from here? Because I was a Romany, and wish
you no harm, I have come here to-day to let you go where you will--to go
back to the place where the patrins show where your people travel. I set
you free, and you say what you think will hurt and shame me. You have a
cruel soul. You would torture any woman till she died. You shall not
torture me. You are as far from me as the River Starzke. I could have let
you stay here for my father to deal with, but I have set you free. I open
the door for you, though you are nothing to me, and I am no more to you
than one of the women you have fooled and left to eat the vile bread of
the forsaken.
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