"Though she's foolish to use Romany words to Gentiles as don't understand the tongue which the dear Lord spoke in Eden's garden, as the good Book tells us." "In what part of the Bible do you find that ?" asked Lambert laughing.
"Oh, my sweet gentleman, it ain't for the likes of me to say things to the likes of you," said Mother Cockleshell, getting out of her difficulty very cleverly, "but the dear lady wants her fortune told, don't she ?" "Why don't you say dukkerin ?" "I don't like them wicked words, sir," answered Mother Cockleshell piously.
"Wicked words," muttered Chaldea tossing her black locks.

"And them true Romany as was your milk tongue.

No wonder the Gentiles don't fancy you a true one of the road.

If I were queen of--" A vicious little devil flashed out of the old woman's eyes, and her respectable looks changed on the instant.

"Tol yer chib, or I'll heat the bones of you with the fires of Bongo Tem," she screamed furiously, and in a mixture of her mother-tongue and English.