That force was this woman's spirit which now gave him his freedom so scornfully; who bade him begone and tell their people everywhere that she was no longer a Romany, while she would go, no doubt--a thousand times without doubt unless he prevented it--to the swaggering Gorgio who had saved her on the Sagalac.
She stood waiting for him to go, as though he could not refuse his freedom.

As a bone is tossed to a dog, she gave it to him.
"You have no right to set me free," he said coolly now.

"I am not your prisoner.

You tell me to take that word to the Romany people--that you leave them for ever.

I will not do it.