The truth was, I was enraged at the sweeping out of my prospects of rising to distinction among the gipsies.

After breakfast at an inn, where a waiter laughed at us to our faces, and we fed scowling, shy, and hungry, we had another quarrel.

I informed her of my opinion that gipsies could not tell fortunes.
'They can, and you come to my mother and my aunt, and see if they can't tell your fortune,' said she, in a fury.
'Yes, and that's how they fool people,' said I.I enjoyed seeing the flash of her teeth.

But my daring of her to look me in the eyes and swear on her oath she believed the fortunes true ones, sent her into a fit of sullenness.
'Go along, you nasty little fellow, your shadow isn't half a yard,' she said, and I could smile at that; my shadow stretched half across the road.

We had a quarrelsome day wherever we went; rarely walking close together till nightfall, when she edged up to my hand, with, 'I say, I'll keep you warm to-night, I will.' She hugged me almost too tight, but it was warm and social, and helped to the triumph of a feeling I had that nothing made me regret running away from Rippenger's school.
An adventure befell us in the night.