If I had remained a Gipsy, who can tell--my mind might have become
like yours! I think there must be something rash and bad in me somewhere,
because I tell you frankly now that a chord in my heart rang when you
made your wild speeches to me there in the hut in the Wood months ago,
even when I hated you, knowing you for what you are."
"That was because there was another man," interjected Jethro.
She inclined her head. "Yes, it was partly because of another man," she
replied. "It is a man who suffers because of you. When he was alone among
his foes, a hundred to one, you betrayed him. That itself would have made
me despise you to the end of my life, even if the man had been nothing at
all to me.
"It was a low, cowardly thing to do. You did it; and if you were my
brother, I would hate you for it; if you were my father, I should leave
your house; if you were my husband, I should kill you. I asked you to
speak with me now because I thought that if you would go away--far
away--promising never to cross my father's path, or my path, again, I
could get him to withdraw the Sentence. You have kidnapped me. Where do
you think you are? In Mesopotamia? You can't break the law of this
country and escape as you would there. They don't take count of Romany
custom here.
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