r foot on all your corses first poisoned by her hands. For all her
love--and she can love--is for the Romas; and all her hate--and who can
hate like her?--is for the Busnees; for she says that the world would be
a fair world were there no Busnees, and if the Romamiks could heat their
kettles undisturbed at the foot of the olive trees; and therefore she
would kill them all if she could and if she dared. She never seeks the
houses of the Busnees but for the purpose of prey; for the wild animals
of the sierra do not more abhor the sight of man than she abhors the
countenances of the Busnees. She now comes to prey upon you and to scoff
at you. Will you believe her words? Fools! do you think that the being
before ye has any sympathy for the like of you?

"She is of the middle stature, neither strongly nor slightly built, and
yet her every movement denotes agility and vigour. As she stands erect
before you, she appears like a falcon about to soar, and you are almost
tempted to believe that the power of volation is hers; and were you to
stretch forth your hand to seize her, she would spring above the house-
tops like a bird. Her face is oval, and her features are regular but
somewhat hard and coarse, for she was born amongst rocks in a thicket,
and she has been wind-beaten and sun-scorched for many a year, even like
her parents before her; there is many a speck upon her cheek, and perhaps
a scar, but no dimples of love; and her brow is wrinkled over, though she
is yet young. Her complexion is more than dark, for it is almost that of
a Mulatto; and her hair, which hangs in long locks on either side of her
face, is black as coal, and coarse as the tail of a horse, from which it
seems to have been gathered.

"There is no female eye in Seville can support the glance of hers, so
fierce and penetrating, and yet so artful and sly, is the expression of
their dark orbs; her mouth is fine and almost delicate, and there is not
a queen on the proudest throne between Madrid and Moscow who might not,
and would not, envy the white and even rows of teeth which adorn it,
which seem not of pearl but of the purest elephant's bone of Multan. She
comes not alone; a swarthy two-year old bantling clasps her neck with one
arm, its naked body half extant from the coarse blanket which, drawn
round her shoulders, is secured at her bosom by a skewer. Though tender
of age it looks wicked and sly, like a veritable imp of Roma. Huge rings
of fals