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"A man who goes out into the world and enters into her conflicts must have only one side the strong, hard, practical side; otherwise he can do nothing, neither for himself nor others. The idea came to me already the other night after I left you." "Indeed?" Travers murmured. "What made you think of that, Rajah?" Nehal gave a gesture which seemed to put the question to one side.
"I do not believe it. Out of the way, Travers!" "And then?" "Rajah Nehal Singh shall be told." "Have you considered the consequences?" "I have." "Lois will be ruined!" "You will be ruined. Lois will have my protection, thank God!" The two men faced each other an instant in silence. Travers' face betrayed a curious complex emotion of desperation and shame.
"If that's your principle, I'm not surprised at the marvels you have brought about." Nehal Singh turned to the speaker. "You think the changes are for the good?" he asked eagerly. "Without a doubt. The new Bazaar is a model for Indian civilization." "And the mine?" "Excuse me is that part of the reform? I understood that it was merely a speculation." The prince's brows contracted with surprise.
A parrot that assumes with apparent ease the ways of his master within a fortnight, and thereby retains a striking originality of his own, is not an ordinary parrot, and the conviction was dawning on Travers that Nehal Singh was not an ordinary Hindu.
"You remember it was I who tempted Rajah Nehal Singh into forming the Marut Company " "That is not what you want to say. It was my husband's scheme." "Very well, it was our scheme, if you like. At any rate, the whole responsibility rests or should rest upon our shoulders. We have ruined him, and we have ruined hundreds of others. It is only fair that we should bear our share of the calamity."
On Behar Asor's furrowed, withered face it was resolve, armed with treachery and all the hundred and one weapons of oriental cunning. Nehal Singh's head was lifted in calm, unshakable confidence. He had no need of weapons. He had seen his destiny, and the obstacle which would be thrown in his path would, with equal certainty, be thrown out of it. He felt himself extraordinarily strong.
"I know what you mean," Nehal Singh answered, "and the hours spent with you are always those which no one can ever take from me." She bent over her horse and stroked the glossy coat with her gloved hand. Then she remembered that she would never ride him again, and the thought pained her. It was his horse, and this was their last ride together, though he did not know it.
I always forget." Stafford smiled grimly. "You don't look as though you knew what rest is," he said. Travers, who stood a little on one side, felt there was some truth in the criticism. During the brief conversation between Nehal Singh and Nicholson he had had ample opportunity to study the two men and to glean the esthetic pleasure which all beauty gave him.
He is alive and I never knew!" "He is alive, Colonel. And I believe that, hidden from us all, he has been working steadily and stealthily at the task which saw its completion last night. So long as Nehal Singh stood on our side he could do nothing. The people believe Nehal to be an incarnation of Vishnu, and they will only follow where he leads.
"What would you do in my place?" Nehal asked, after a moment, in a lighter tone, which concealed a real and eager curiosity. Travers shook his head. "The greater the power the greater the responsibility," he answered. "I couldn't say on the spur of the moment. If I were given time, no doubt I should be able to tell you." "I give you till our next meeting, then," Nehal said gravely.
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