Now, hold your tongue and talk of something else.

Here is Chaldea." "Watching for you," muttered Miss Greeby, as the slight figure of the gypsy girl was seen advancing swiftly.

"Ha!" and she snorted suspiciously.
"Rye!" cried Chaldea, dancing toward the artist.

"Sarishan rye." Miss Greeby didn't understand Romany, but the look in the girl's eyes was enough to reveal the truth.

If Lambert did not love his beautiful model, it was perfectly plain that the beautiful model loved Lambert.
"O baro duvel atch' pa leste!" said Chaldea, and clapped her slim hands..