Cunningham was conscious of the sudden interruption of a train of thought, but he was not conscious of deliberate interference.
"That very young man is an old man," said Duncan McClean, wiping his spectacles as he walked beside his daughter to the deep veranda where their chairs were side by side.

"He is a grown man.

He has come to man's estate.

Look at the set of that pair of shoulders.

Mark his strength!" "I expect any one of those Rajputs is physically stronger," answered Rosemary, in no mood to praise any one.
"I was thinking of the strength of character he expresses rather than of his actual muscles," said McClean.
"Bismillah!" Alwa was swearing behind the thick teak door that closed behind him and Cunningham and Mahommed Gunga.