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时间: 2019年12月09日 05:15

� my head in rabbit's ears. on him. CHAPTER XLI. THE PREVENTION OF CRIMES鈥擮F KNOWLEDGE鈥擬AGISTRATES鈥擱EWARDS鈥擡DUCATION. serious talk. She told me how to behave all the rest of my life, I shall love to go. I've never been in a private family in my life, � "My dear fellow! You forget the 茅clat of a hundred millions! Think what a drawing card you鈥擨 mean Bobo鈥攚ill be at her entertainments. She intends to be the first to exhibit him." Not far from Ahmedabad, in a sandy desert[Pg 62] where, nevertheless, a few proliferous baobabs grow, there is a subterranean pagoda drowned in stagnant water that has filled three out of the six floors. These are now sacred baths, in which, when I went there, Hindoos were performing their pious ablutions. Sculptured arcades, upheld by fragile columns, skirt the pools; the stones are green under the water, and undistinguishable from the architecture reflected in the motionless surface that looks blue under the shadow of the great banyan trees meeting in an arch over the temple. A sickly scent of lotus and sandal-wood fills the moist air, and from afar, faint and shrill, the cries of monkeys and minah-birds die away into silence over the calm pool. it sounds like an author-ess, doesn't it? Did I tell you that I have been elected a member of the Senior on anything more difficult than ice-cream soda water.