36/39 "He comes to the fire of the Gentle Romany when he wearies of your Gorgious flesh-pots." "Pine a gypsy," muttered Lambert, and the memory of that dark, lean, Eastern face impressed him with the belief that what the girl said was true. He is here." "Here ?" Lambert started violently. "What do you mean ?" "I say what I mean, rye. He you call Pine is in our camp enjoying the old life. |