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Updated: June 28, 2025
"I thought it would be safer with me, for every one knows " "Yes, that'll do, Khwaja; go on with your story." "The letter was written at Malda, a village on the other side of the river, and the writer, Surendra Nath, informed Mr. Clive that the wife and daughter of Mr. Merriman were in his house there, and asked him to send a party to bring them away. Naturally, sir, I was pleased to find "
The Armenian marched between Desmond and the Babu. Behind came the three peons, moving as silently as ghosts. "The Khwaja," said Desmond to them in the Armenian's hearing, as they reached the ghat, "is coming a little way with us down the river.
She accordingly replied to the khwaja, "Very well; if it is not proper to be related, do not mention it." He then began to partake of the dinner, and having lifted a morsel, began to eat. One day, in the midst of a drinking feat, the young merchant began to weep. On seeing it, the khwaja comforted her, and began to wipe away his tears with his handkerchief, and asked him the cause of his weeping.
Then one of the two slaves took the dog up under his arm, and the other took up the stool and carpet; and the two negro slaves placed the two cages on the heads of porters, and they themselves, accoutred with the five weapons, went alongside of them. The khwaja took hold of the young merchant's hand, and conversing with him, reached his house.
The messenger mentioned him to the khwaja, who ordered a negro slave, saying, "Go and tell the chasseur that we are travellers, and if he feels inclined to come and sit down, the coffee and pipe are ready." To the khwaja and the young merchant he made his salutations, and on seeing the dog's state and treatment, his senses were confounded, and he stood like one amazed.
He smiled evilly, and from the questions he asked me, and from what I heard him say to his followers, he has gone to Malda, with a design to take these ladies." "Stay, Khwaja, what was he like?" "He was a tall man, with scars on his face, and on his right hand he wore a black glove." "The scoundrel!" exclaimed Desmond. His look of trouble and anxiety did not escape the Armenian.
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