"Methought the peril ceased with the death of--" "Hush!" said the gipsy, almost sternly; "bethink thee that there may be listeners even now about us in these thick bushes, and guard thy words with caution.

Remember the strange links that bind together those of the wild gipsy blood; and remember that Long Robin lies in his bloody grave not far from here." She lowered her voice as she spoke, and Cuthbert instinctively followed her example.
"But no man knows that." "How canst thou tell ?" "None saw the deed.

It was done in the dead of night.

Ere morning came he was laid below the earth.

Thou thyself knew not what had befallen him till I spoke the word." He looked at her as if in momentary distrust; but the calm gaze and the noble countenance of the gipsy seemed to reassure him.