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The "one other Christian" in this case was Moraes, who regarded compliance with the invitation as an additional sin to be confessed and expiated on his return home, and Gerrard felt a natural resentment at the thought of the curious eyes that had watched the proceedings. He rose abruptly. "Since you trust me so little, Maharaj-ji, I had better go. Have I your leave to depart?"
Is it not on that of Rajah Partab Singh? The English come to punish him, and the whole of Granthistan is in a blaze again. Granthi sides with Granthi against the English, but these dogs of Mohammedans, who shall tell which side they will take? This only I can say, that it will be the side of their own advantage." "Forgive me, Maharaj-ji. I had not thought " "No, my friend.
Gerrard remained silent a moment, Dwarika Nath's interview with him in his tent, and the expulsion of the disgraced Diwan from the city, jostling one another in his mind. Then quite another thought came upper-most. "So you set spies on me in my own tent, Maharaj-ji!" he cried indignantly. "And you call me your friend!"
But this it is permitted you to do. Choose out an honourable man, lower than yourself in rank or at least not likely to be preferred before you by your masters and confide the secret to him under the conditions on which I reveal it to you. Let him be one that you can trust as yourself." "Bob, of course!" said Gerrard in his own mind, with humorous dismay. "It is well, Maharaj-ji.
You, O my friend, are the man I intend to appoint as regent, together with the mother of Kharrak Singh, should I die while he is still a child." "I am grateful for the honour, Maharaj-ji, but I could not accept it without leave from my superiors." "That leave will undoubtedly be given when they know that you alone have power to keep the troops in good humour.
"O my friend, was this well done to endanger your own life and the child's, and cause all my people to believe you a murderer, for the sake of a moment's jest?" asked the old man. "Maharaj-ji, there was no jest. The child lay on the ground, in the path of the charging boar, and I could save him in no other way "
"By the Guru! if the slaves of Lena Singh and the English dare to lay a finger on me !" he cried. "Foolish young man, will you keep me from my own troops? I am the Rajah Partab Singh." Gerrald stepped back with a bow. "Maharaj-ji, you are free to depart. I had not thought that the man whom I welcomed to my tent designed to pick a quarrel with me.
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