He could have left out the 'wild' and 'savage' and he'd have been pleasant, and truthful too--no, I apologize." He had seen her face darken under the compliment, and he hastened to put it right.
"I loved a Gipsy once," he added whimsically to divert attention from his mistake, and with so genuine a sympathy in his voice that she was disarmed.

"I was ten and she was fifty at least.

Oh, a wonderful woman! I had a boy friend, a fat, happy, little joker he was; his name was Charley Long.

Well, this woman was his aunt.

When she moved through the town people looked twice.