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"I was going to put on a white suit and belt." "Nonsense!" cried Glyn. "This isn't India, but Devonshire. Why, if you were to come down dressed like that the boys would all laugh at you, and the crowd out in the road shout and cheer." "Well, of course," said Singh; "they'd see I was a prince."
Mr Morris said that it would be a kindness, for the Professor sent me messages, begging me to go and see him, as he has led such a lonely life among strangers, and he wanted to communicate to me some very interesting discoveries he had made in the Hindustani language." "Oh," said Glyn slowly; "and did he ask you to lend him money each time you went?" "Well, not quite.
"Well," said the boy proudly, "I am still a maharajah, even if I have come to England to be educated; so why shouldn't I put on a belt like this on a grand day if I like?" Glyn took the brilliant belt from his companion's hand and held it towards the light, inspecting curiously the beautiful gems, which were of a lustrous green marked with flaws.
With what gravity could I sign a warrant in its library, and with what dreamy comfort translate an ode of Lewis Glyn Cothi, my tankard of rich ale beside me. I wonder whether the proprietor is fond of the old bard and keeps good ale. Were I an Irishman instead of a Norfolk man I would go in and ask him." To the merit of this the whole book, perhaps the whole of Borrow's work, contributes.
"Wait till I get my towel," gasped Glyn as he raised his face for a moment, and directly after sounding half-smothered in huckaback, and coming in spasmodic jerks the boy panted out, "I guess it's about four o'clock now. I'll I'll go down and make believe it's six, and ring the big bell. That'll make old Wrench come tumbling out in a fright." "Ah, to be sure; now you are talking sense. Capital!
"I! Afraid of him!" cried Singh indignantly, and he emitted quite a puff of angry breath. "What did you do that for?" he continued angrily, for, as if by accident, Glyn, with a quick gesture, had knocked off his cap, and then stooping quickly snatched it from off the grass and put it carefully on again. "You did that on purpose," cried Singh angrily. "Oh, it's all right.
Captain Glyn and Captain Synge had both been consulted, and the Duke of Newcastle had been applied to to obtain leave for Captain Synge at the War Office.
"You are in a regular rage, and that's just the difference between you Indian fellows and an Englishman. You begin going off like a firework." "Yes, and you go off as if you had had cold water poured on you." "Very likely," replied Glyn. "There, we are both hot now. Let's try and cool down.
But all the time Glyn kept noting that his father spoke as if he had been strangely moved, and that when he turned his eyes upon Singh his face softened and his voice sounded more gentle. As they sat over the dessert, Singh asked him to tell them about one of the other old fights that his father and the Colonel had been in. "Don't ask me, my boy," said the Colonel gently.
And here I am." "Well," said Glyn, laughing, "we are glad to see you; eh, Singh?" "Yes, of course. But hadn't you better get up, Mr Ramball? It seems so queer for us to be standing talking to you and you sitting there," said Singh. "Oh, I'm all right, bless you, my lad. It makes me think about my Rajah." "And me too. He's a grand beast." "Isn't he, my lad?
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