Her rough merriment and masculine looks showed Chaldea that, as a rival, she was not to be feared, so the angry expression on the dark face changed to a wheedling smile.
"Avali! Avali! The Gorgios lady wants her fortune told." For the sake of diplomacy Miss Greeby nodded and fished in her pocket.
"I'll give you half a crown to tell it." "Not me--not me, dear lady.

Mother Cockleshell is our great witch." "Take me to her then," replied the other, and rapidly gathered into her brain all she could of Chaldea's appearance.
Lambert had painted a very true picture of the girl, although to a certain extent he had idealized her reckless beauty.

Chaldea's looks had been damaged and roughened by wind and rain, by long tramps, and by glaring sunshine.

Yet she was superlatively handsome with her warm and swarthy skin, under which the scarlet blood circled freely.

To an oval face, a slightly hooked nose and two vermilion lips, rather full, she added the glossy black eyes of the true Romany, peaked at the corners.
Her jetty hair descended smoothly from under a red handkerchief down to her shoulders, and there, at the tips, became tangled and curling.