"Pietro, the sun shines on nothing half so lovely in this lower world!" "And yet the black, bad blood of the Gitana flows in her veins, too.
She is a Spanish gypsy, as her mother and grandmother before her.

Nay, not her mother, since the blue blood of all the Kingsland's flows in her veins." "Never!" cried Zara, her eyes ablaze.

"If I thought one drop of that man's bitter blood throbbed in my heart, the first knife I met should let it forth.

Look at me!" she wildly cried, "look at me, Pietro--Zara, your wife! Have I one look of him or his abhorred English race ?" "My Zara, no! You are Sir Jasper Kingsland's daughter, but there is no look of the great Sir Jasper in your gypsy face, nor in the face of our darling, either.

She is all our own!" "I would strangle her in her cradle, dearly as I love her, else!" the woman said, her passionate face aflame.