The brown-eyed Gentile lady who stood beside her had fallen in a curious attitude at her feet.

Then you heard wrong, my Gentile lady.

If it's a Gentile lady, I know.

Chaldea came to the camp and I learned through Kara how she'd brought you down, my Gentile lady.

A married Gentile lady, that is.

I mean the Gentile lady.

My rye doesn't love me yet, but he will, when I get him away from the Gentile lady's spells.

But the Gentile lady declined the combat, and took no more notice of the jealous gypsy than was absolutely necessary.

"Only the difference of a letter," replied the Gentile lady good-humoredly.

"The rye shall not marry the Gentile lady," she said between her white teeth.

"I have no friends, my Gentile lady," retorted Chaldea, with a fiery spark in each eye.

"Blessings on her for a kind, Gentile lady," said Gentilla, piously, and looking more respectable than ever, since the lurking devils had disappeared.