The lady will marry whom she likes." "She will never marry you," the Romany said huskily and menacingly.
"I have never asked her, but if I do, and she said yes, no one could prevent it." "I would prevent it." "How ?" "She is a Romany: she belongs to the Romany people; I will find a way." Ingolby had a flash of intuition.
"You know well that if Gabriel Druse passed the word, your life wouldn't be worth a day's purchase.

The Camorra would not be more certain or more deadly.

If you do anything to hurt the daughter of Gabriel Druse, you will pay the full price, and you know it.

The Romanys don't love you better than their rightful chief." "I am their rightful chief." "Maybe, but if they don't say so, too, you might as well be their rightful slave.

You are a genius in your way.