Then leaning over the window-sill, and, looking down at him, now grown so distinct that she could see his features, her eyes having become used to the half-light of the approaching dawn, she said with something almost like gentleness: "Once more I say, you must go and come no more.

You are too far off from me.

You belong to that which is for the ignorant, or the low, the vicious and the bad.

Behind the free life of the Romany is only the thing that the beasts of the field have.

I have done with it for ever.
Find a Romany who will marry you.