Now there was rage in his heart greater than had been in that of Gabriel Druse.
"I have come a long way for a good thing," he said with head thrown back, "and if 'breath and beauty' is all I bring, yet that is because what my father had in his purse has made my 'Ry' rich"-- he flung a hand out towards Gabriel Druse--"and because I keep to the open road as my father did, true to my Romany blood.

The wind and the sun and the fatness of the field have made me what I am, and never in my life had I an ache or a pain.

You have the breath and the beauty, too, but you have the gold also; and what you are and what you have is mine by the Romany law, and it will come to me, by long and by last." Fleda turned quietly to her father.

"If it is true concerning the three thousand pounds, give it to him and let him go.

It will buy him what he would never get by what he is." The old man flashed a look of anger upon her.