But when she laughed she illuminated you; where she stepped she made the earth hers.

She was as fresh of her East as the morning when her ancient people struck tents in the track of their shadows.

I write of her in the style consonant to my ideas of her at the time.

I would have carried her off on the impulse and lived her life, merely to have had such a picture moving in my sight, and call it mine.
'You're not married ?' I said, ludicrously faintly.
'I 've not seen the man I'd marry,' she answered, grinning scorn.
The prizefighter had adopted drinking for his pursuit; one of her aunts was dead, and she was in quest of money to bury the dead woman with the conventional ceremonies and shows of respect dear to the hearts of gipsies, whose sense of propriety and adherence to customs are a sentiment indulged by them to a degree unknown to the stabled classes.
In fact, they have no other which does not come under the definite title of pride;--pride in their physical prowess, their dexterity, ingenuity, and tricksiness, and their purity of blood.

Kiomi confessed she had hoped to meet me; confessed next that she had been waiting to jump out on me: and next that she had sat in a tree watching the Grange yesterday for six hours; and all for money to do honour to her dead relative, poor little soul! Heriot and I joined the decent procession to the grave.