He will eat out his heart with bitterness and jealousy.
And, mind you, I am speaking of the best--the best of the Princes and the best of the English women.

What of the others?
The English women who take his pearls, and the Princes who come back and boast of their success.

Do you think that is good for British rule in India?
Give me something to drink!" Luffe poured out his vehement convictions to his companion, wishing with all his heart that he had one of the great ones of the Viceroy's Council at his side, instead of this zealous but somewhat commonplace Major of a Sikh regiment.

All the more, therefore, must he husband his strength, so that all that he had in mind might be remembered.

There would be little chance, perhaps, of it bearing fruit.