What style he used to put on, in a swell hotel or in a private house--snow-white muslin from his chin to his bare feet, a crimson sash embroidered with gold thread around his waist, and on his head a great sea-green turban like to the turban of the Grand Turk.
He was not a liar; but he will become one if he keeps on.

He told me once that he used to crack cocoanuts with his teeth when he was a boy; and when I asked how he got them into his mouth, he said he was upward of six feet high at that time, and had an unusual mouth.

And when I followed him up and asked him what had become of that other foot, he said a house fell on him and he was never able to get his stature back again.
Swervings like these from the strict line of fact often beguile a truthful man on and on until he eventually becomes a liar.
His successor was a Mohammedan, Sahadat Mohammed Khan; very dark, very tall, very grave.

He went always in flowing masses of white, from the top of his big turban down to his bare feet.

His voice was low.