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That's why he agreed with me about developing the resources of the district by cotton-growing, you know." "You talked of that too?" said Strickland. "Rather. We discussed it for hours. You don't know what it meant to me. A wonderful man. Imam Din, was not our Hajji marvellous?" "Most marvellous! It was all through the Hajji that we found the money for our cotton-play."
A little, as ye have heard, has remained.... Ah, but when the fever broke, and our Sahib called for the fine-book, and the thin little picture-books from Europe with the pictures of ploughs and hoes, and cotton=3Dmills ah, then he laughed as he used to laugh, Sahib. It was his heart's desire, this cotton-play. The Hajji loved him, as who does not?
And the Sahib also made a speech to the man-eaters when he freed them, and they swore to supply him with labour for all his cotton-play. The Sahib leaned on his own servant's shoulder the while." "I remember something of that. I remember Bulaki Ram giving me the papers to sign, and I distinctly remember him locking up the money in the safe two hundred and ten beautiful English sovereigns.
We were quiet when they were gone. We waited till Imam Din returned to us from above and coughed at the door, as only dark-hearted Asia can. "Now," said Strickland, "tell us what truly befell, son of my servant." "All befell as our Sahib has said. Only only there was an arrangement a little arrangement on account of his cotton-play." "Tell! Sit! I beg your pardon, Infant," said Strickland.
But tell me now, by what means didst thou twist him to thy use and our profit in this cotton-play? Our Sahib said: 'By God, I did not use that man in any fashion whatever. He was my friend. The Great Sahib said: 'Toh Vac! The Great Sahib dropped his eyes first and he said: 'So be it. I should perhaps have answered thus in my youth. No matter.
The Hajji told her that if our Sahib died, she would die with him. And truly our Sahib had given me orders to depart." "Being mad with fever eh?" "What could we do, Sahib? This cotton-play was his heart's desire. He talked of it in his fever. Therefore it was his heart's desire that the Hajji went to fetch.
He expected the names of women; though I had already told him that Our virtue was beyond belief or compare, and that Our sole desire was this cotton-play. Being at last convinced, the Hajji breathed on our Sahib's forehead, to sink into his brain news concerning a slave-dealer in his district who had made a mock of the law.
And it was the double fine that we needed, Sahib, for our Sahib's cotton-play.
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