"Your soul calls and those that understand come.

It isn't that you know who hears or who is coming--till he comes." "A call to all creation!" she answered disdainfully.

"Do you think you can impress me by saying things like that ?" "Why not?
It's true.

Wherever you went in all these years the memory of you kept calling me, my little 'rinkne rakli'-- my pretty little girl, made mine by the River Starzke over in the Roumelian country." "You heard what my father said--" "I heard what the Duke Gabriel said--'Mi Duvel', I heard enough what he said, and I felt enough what he did!" He laughed, and began to roll a cigarette mechanically, keeping his eyes fixed on her, however.
"You heard what my father said and what I said, and you will learn that it is true, if you live long enough," she added meaningly.
A look of startled perception flashed into his eyes.

"If I live long enough, I'll turn you, my mad wife, into my Romany queen and the blessing of my 'tan'." "Don't mistake what I mean," she urged.