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Updated: June 7, 2025
The Rangar laughed mirthlessly, shifting the light a little as King stepped aside to get a better view of him. He held the torch more cunningly than a Spanish lady holds a fan. "All Englishmen are fools most of them stiff-necked fools," he asserted. "Bah! Do you think I do not know? Do you think anything is hidden from her? I know and she knows that you think you have a surprise in store for her!
He was grumbling still about the honor of a Rangar, when Alwa called a halt in the shelter of a deserted side street in order to question Ali Partab further. Ali Partab protested that he did not know what to say or think about the missionaries. He explained his orders and vowed that his honor held him there in Howrah until Miss McClean should consent to come away.
The Rangar rode with sympathy and most consummate skill, and the result was that the mare behaved as if she were part of him, responding to his thoughts, putting a foot where he wished her to put it and showing her wildest turn of speed along a level stretch in instant response to his mood.
King began to watch the dance again, for it did not feel safe to look too long into the Rangar's eyes. It was not wise just then to look too long at anything, or to think too long on any one subject. "Ismail is slow about returning," said the Rangar. "I wrote at the foot of the tar," said King, "that they are to detain him there until the answer comes."
He sat and watched her while she knelt, face upward, and a Rangar poured lukewarm water from a bottle down her tortured throat. He held it high and let the water splash, for fear his dignity might suffer should he or the bottle touch her. Strictly speaking, Rangars have no caste, but they retain by instinct and tradition many of the Hindoo prejudices.
But he did not change into European clothes yet, and none of his following suspected him of being an Englishman. "A Rangar on a black mare has gone down the pass ahead of you in a hurry," they told him at Ali Masjid. "He had two men with him and food enough. Only stopped long enough to make his business known." "What did he say his business is?" asked King.
And in ten years, until you came, I have found no man like Him!" She tried to look into his eyes, but he frowned straight in front of him. His native costume and Rangar turban did not make him seem any less a man. His jowl, that was beginning to need shaving, was as grim and as satisfying as the dead Roman's. She stroked his left hand with soft fingers.
A little way beyond the outskirts of the city lived a man who was neither Mohammedan nor Hindoo a fearful man, who took no sides, but paid his taxes, carried on his business, and behaved a Jew, who dealt in horses and in any other animal or thing that could be bought to show a profit. Alwa had an utterly complete contempt for Jews, as was right and proper in a Rangar of the blood.
It must be a Mohammedan, this time, to whom I intrust my correspondence on suttee!" Now, a Rangar is a man whose ancestors were Hindoos but who became converts to Islam.
He pressed the buzzer which summoned Rangar, and presently that soft- footed individual appeared silently in the door looking as Mr. Foote had never seen him look before. Rangar was breathing hard, he was flustered, his necktie was awry, and his face was ivory white. Also, though Mr. Foote did not take in this detail, his eyes smoldered with restrained malignancy. "Why, Rangar," said Mr.
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