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Updated: May 9, 2025
Either Rewa Gunga had never taken the first letter, or and this seemed more probable Yasniini had never believed the letter would be treated seriously by the authorities, and had only sent it in the hope of fooling him and undermining his determination.
He was a regular Rangar dandy, of the type that can be seen playing polo almost any day at Mount Abu that gets into mischief with a grace due to practise and heredity but that does not manage its estates too well, as a rule, nor pay its debts in a hurry. "My name is Rewa Gunga," he said in a low voice, looking up sidewise at King a shade too guilelessly.
But King smiled merrily as he jumped out of the train, and Rewa Gunga, who was there to meet him, advanced with outstretched hand and a smile that would have melted snow on the distant peaks if he had only looked the other way. "Welcome, King sahib!" he laughed, with the air of a skilled fencer who admires another, better one. "I shall know better another time and let you keep in front of me!
They first stamped out a German rebellion, instigated in their midst, and then these Boers left their farms, and came to England's aid, and drove German power from Southwest Africa. And do you remember the wire that came from India to London? "What orders from the King-Emperor for me and my men?" These were the words of the Maharajah of Rewa; and thus spoke the rest of India.
One of them was the devoted John Hunt, who at once volunteered to go to the assistance of Mr Cross, who was already breaking down with his labours at Rewa. With them also came a printer, a printing-press, and book-binding materials.
King answered in the Pashtu tongue, for the "Hills" are polite, whatever the other principles. Rewa Gunga's face beamed down on him, wreathed in smiles that seemed to include mockery as well as triumph. Looking up at him at an angle that made his neck ache and dazzled his eyes, King could not be sure, but it seemed to him that the smile said, "Here you are, my man, and aren't you in for it?"
His little boy, about seven years old, had already learnt to read, and he now became the instructor of his parents, who were both so eager to acquire knowledge, that their young teacher would often fall asleep in the midst of his lesson. "Among the most implacable enemies of Thakombau was the king of Rewa.
MY people do not swim in companies, with their mouths out of the water, as Rewa does; nor do they constantly rise to the surface of the water, and turn over on their sides, like Mohoo and little Chapta; nor do they gather in shoals after flood, like Batchua and Chilwa." "All are very good eating," said the Adjutant, clattering his beak.
He was watching the Rangar narrowly, yet he could not detect the slightest symptom of emotion. "Explain?" said the Rangar. "Who can explain foolishness? It means that another fat general has made another fat mistake!" "What makes you so certain she went North?" King asked. Instead of answering, Rewa Gunga beckoned Ismail, who had stepped back out of hearing.
That would avoid interference and delay and would give her a chance to act deliverer at this end, and so make 'em grateful to her you see? Rewa Gunga told me all this, you understand. He seems to think she's semi-divine. He was full of her cleverness in having thought of letting 'em all get into debt at a house of ill repute, so as to have 'em at hand when she wanted 'em."
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