I had thought she was a mort,” said I; “but the ria of a Romany chal is always sacred to me.
That Ria had to die to achieve her happiness is of no real importance.
Sometimes, though, when I look at Ria's picture, it's hard to be practical.
But I wasn't a pup, so I headed straight for Ria's flat to face the music.
"Come and see," said 'Ria, giving me one hand, while she stroked ...