The dark face had a striking racial peculiarity.
The music died away, and old Berry lowered the fiddle from his chin and gave his attention to the Romany.
"Yeth-'ir ?" he said questioningly.
For an instant Jethro was confused.

When he entered the shop he had not made up his mind what he should do.

It had been mere impulse and the fever of his brain.

As old Berry spoke, however, his course opened out.
"I heard.

I am a stranger.