Let common sailors and rag-pickers resort to murder and suicide as fit outlets for their unreasoning brute wrath when wronged; but as for me, why should I blot my family scutcheon with a merely vulgar crime?
Nay, the vengeance of a Romani must be taken with assured calmness and easy deliberation--no haste, no plebeian fury, no effeminate fuss, no excitement.

I walked up and down slowly, meditating on every point of the bitter drama in which I had resolved to enact the chief part, from the rise to the fall of the black curtain.

The mists cleared from my brain--I breathed more easily--my nerves steadied themselves by degrees--the prospect of what I purposed doing satisfied me and calmed the fever in my blood.

I became perfectly cool and collected.

I indulged in no more futile regrets for the past--why should I mourn the loss of a love I never possessed?
It was not as if they had waited till my supposed sudden death--no! within three months of my marriage they had fooled me; for three whole years they had indulged in their criminal amour, while I, blind dreamer, had suspected nothing.