They come to us for shelter and for food.

They divide their spoil with us from time to time.

Since the hand of all men has been against us, our hands have been raised freely against the world.

Our younger men all go out to join the highwaymen.

We are friends and brothers, and the wronged and needy resort to us, and are made welcome." Joanna threw back her proud head as though rejoicing in this lawless freedom; and then giving herself a little moment for recollection, she returned to the main course of her narrative.
"It was easy for us gipsies, roving hither and thither and picking up the news from travellers on the road, to know all that was going on about us and in the world beyond.