human
I knew you were coming, dearie, croaked the old creature;
gpt
A glance along the path told you, retorted Bella, recovering her balance and entering the hut.
human
Why do you talk to me of the crystal, Mrs. Tunks? You know I don't believe in such things.
gpt
Well I know your blind eyes and stubborn heart, lovey. Only trouble will make you see truths, and you ain't had enough yet. There's more coming.
human
How do you know?
gpt
I know, I know, mumbled Mrs. Tunks, squatting on a stool near the fire.
human
Who should know but I, who am of the gentle Romany? Hold your peace, dearie and let me think, and she lighted a dingy black clay pipe.
gpt
Luke ain't here, added Mrs. Tunks, blowing a cloud of smoke,