Good or bad, it is all he has.

It is his own." Ingolby had a strange, disturbing premonition that he was about to hear what would startle him, but he persisted.

"You said you had come here to get your own--is your home here ?" For a moment the Romany did not answer.

He had worked himself into a great passion.

He had hypnotized himself, he had acted for a while as though he was one of life's realities; but suddenly there passed through his veins the chilling sense of the unreal, that he was only acting a part, as he had ever done in his life, and that the man before him could, with a wave of the hand, raise the curtain on all his disguises and pretences.