Noting that Carl perused the manuscript with great interest she continued, “You may have it, if you wish. I understand you are a writer and it may be of inspiration to you. Take it and use it. Perhaps he who wrote it will sometime know that his work did amount to something.”
Urged by Sana, Carl readily accepted the data, thanking the mother, and promising to read it carefully during his travels across the desert. He was sure, he said, that it would prove of great help and value to him sometime.
Carl was about to take his leave to return to the hotel, when Sana, recalling something to mind, said, “Mother, read Carl’s hand, please.”
This the gypsy consented to do, motioning to Sana to go outdoors, as they would have to be alone.
“Shall I cross your palm with silver?” Carl laughed.
“No, that is necessary only with professionals.”
Taking Carl’s hand in hers, she studied the lines carefully, and in an earnest tone, began, “I see danger—great trouble for you—very soon—you are going to lose your best friend. Yes. Some man is going to take that friend away from you!”
She paused for a while, then seriously, “You are going to have a serious accident, but you will recover. I also see another dark girl coming into your life, whom you should not trust. You are going to take a long journey across the water, and that girl will be with you.”
Carl, thinking the girl to be Sana, interrupted with “What will become of her?”
“You will cast her away after you have crossed the water and you will have a great deal of worry over the other girl, whom you really love.”