The doors and windows were sealed tight, and there was nothing to be seen; yet she was more than ever conscious of a presence grown more manifest.

For a moment she stood staring straight before her at the place where it seemed to be.

She realized its malice and its hatred, and an intense anger and hatred took possession of her.

She had always laughed at such things even when thrilled by wonder and manufactured terrors.

But now there was a sense of conflict, of evil, of the indefinable things in which so many believed.
Suddenly she remembered an ancient Sage of her tribe, who, proficient in mysteries and secret rites gathered from nations as old as Phoenicia and Egypt and as modern as Switzerland, held the Romanys of the world in awe, for his fame had travelled where he could not follow.