"Who's this?" the mother asked.
"The man at the electric light, that gave me the coal."
The young man felt a pair of piercing black eyes gazing searchingly into his, they seemed to see right into his brain: he was aware of a strange tingling sensation in his blood as the woman looked at him.
"Are you going to marry the girl?" she asked,
"No!" he said, simply.
The gipsies gathered in closer.
"Come here," the woman said.
He advanced and looked her squarely in the eyes.
She caught hold of his wrist, and lifting his hand examined his palm. She gazed at it long and earnestly, ever and anon glancing up into his eyes. She dropped it suddenly.
"Alright! Go away," she said.