Her eyes were turned in the direction of the winding path, which led from the bottom of the hollow where we were seated, to the plain above "Gorgio shunella," {125a} she said, at length, in a low voice.
"Pure Rommany," said I; "where ?" I added, in a whisper.
"Dovey odoy," {125b} said Belle, nodding with her head towards the path.
"I will soon see who it is," said I; and starting up, I rushed towards the pathway, intending to lay violent hands on any one I might find lurking in its windings.

Before, however, I had reached its commencement, a man, somewhat above the middle height, advanced from it into the dingle, in whom I recognised the man in black, whom I had seen in the public-house..