Indian TalesA collection of tales inspired by Kipling's days living and working in India. |
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Page 24
... called for The Boy's servant ; but there was no answer . Then we went up to the house , calling for The Boy by name ; but there was no answer . " Oh , he's out shooting , " said I. Just then , I saw through one of the windows a little ...
... called for The Boy's servant ; but there was no answer . Then we went up to the house , calling for The Boy by name ; but there was no answer . " Oh , he's out shooting , " said I. Just then , I saw through one of the windows a little ...
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... called of her paragon among saises - the man who was never too busy to get up in the morning and pick flowers for the break- fast - table , and who blacked - actually blacked — the hoofs of his horse like a London coachman ! The turnout ...
... called of her paragon among saises - the man who was never too busy to get up in the morning and pick flowers for the break- fast - table , and who blacked - actually blacked — the hoofs of his horse like a London coachman ! The turnout ...
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... called himself names , and vowed that he deserved a thrashing , but he was too old to take it from Strickland . Then he complimented Miss Youghal on her lover . The scandal of the business never struck him ; for he was a nice old man ...
... called himself names , and vowed that he deserved a thrashing , but he was too old to take it from Strickland . Then he complimented Miss Youghal on her lover . The scandal of the business never struck him ; for he was a nice old man ...
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... called to him to come back and take up his wanderings and his discoveries . Some day , I will tell you how he broke his promise to help a friend . That was long since , and he has , by this time , been nearly spoilt for what he would ...
... called to him to come back and take up his wanderings and his discoveries . Some day , I will tell you how he broke his promise to help a friend . That was long since , and he has , by this time , been nearly spoilt for what he would ...
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... called it the thoroughly mean and selfish work of a thoroughly mean and selfish , weak But this verdict would have been incorrect . Phil paid for the postage , and felt every word he had written for at least two days and a half . It was ...
... called it the thoroughly mean and selfish work of a thoroughly mean and selfish , weak But this verdict would have been incorrect . Phil paid for the postage , and felt every word he had written for at least two days and a half . It was ...
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Aloud asked Aunty Rosa ayah bhoy Black Sheep bloomin Bobby Bremmil Bronckhorst Buldoo called CAPT Carnehan Colonel Coppy dead dear devil divil Dravot eyes face fool fwhat Gadsby girl give gone Gunga Gurkhas half hand Hauksbee Havildar head heard heart horse India Jakin Janki Judy Kafiristan kape Kitty knew Lalun laughed Learoyd Lispeth look Majesty the King Mamma married Marwar Miss Biddums Mulvaney Nafferton native never night niver once orf'cer Ortheris ould Peshawar Pinecoffin Pluffles Punch Ram Dass Reggie Regiment rickshaw rifle river round rupees Sahib Sargint sick Simla Sorr Subaltern Suddhoo talk tell There's thim things told took trouble turned Twas veranda voice Wali Dad walked Wee Willie Winkie whin wife wint woman Youghal young
Popular passages
Page 502 - Singing and murmuring in her feastful mirth, Joying to feel herself alive, Lord over Nature, Lord of the visible earth, Lord of the senses five ; Communing with herself : ' All these are mine, And let the world have peace or wars, Tis one to me.
Page 153 - A MAN should, whatever happens, keep to his own caste, race and breed. Let the White go to the White and the Black to the Black.
Page 16 - Some — there are losses in every trade — Will break their hearts ere bitted and made, Will fight like fiends as the rope cuts hard, And die dumb-mad in the breaking-yard.
Page 597 - BAA BAA, BLACK SHEEP BAA BAA, BLACK SHEEP Baa Baa, Black Sheep, Have you any wool ? Yes, Sir, yes, Sir, three bags full.
Page 630 - Where the word of a king is, there is power: and who may say unto him, What doest thou?
Page 546 - I have been fellow to a beggar again and again under circumstances which prevented either of us finding out whether the other was worthy. I have still to be brother to a Prince, though I once came near to kinship with what might have been a veritable King and was promised the reversion of a Kingdom — army, law-courts, revenue, and policy all complete. But, to-day, I greatly fear that my King is dead, and if I want a crown I must go and hunt it for myself.
Page 551 - I want a hundred lady's cards printed at once, please," which is manifestly part of an Editor's duty; and every dissolute ruffian that ever tramped the Grand Trunk Road makes it his business to ask for employment as a proofreader. And, all the time, the telephone-bell is ringing madly, and Kings are being killed on the Continent, and Empires are saying— "You're another...
Page 572 - Then he bangs the butt of his gun for a gavel and says: 'By virtue of the authority vested in me by my own right hand and the help of Peachey, I declare myself Grand-Master of all Freemasonry in Kafiristan in this the Mother Lodge o...
Page 574 - em among the men that the Chiefs sent in to me to drill. Dravot was too busy to attend to those things, but the old Army that we first made helped me, and we turned out five hundred men that could drill, and two hundred that knew how to hold arms pretty straight. Even those corkscrewed, hand-made guns was a miracle to them. Dravot talked big about powder-shops and factories, walking up and down in the pine wood when the winter was coming on. " 'I won't make a Nation,
Page 607 - Eat, drink and die, for we are souls bereaved: Of all the creatures under heaven's wide cope We are most hopeless, who had once most hope, And most beliefless, that had most believed.