He filled his cutty and walked to and fro in the moonlight, with his head bent and his hands clasped behind his back.

There was a restlessness in his stride not unlike that of the captive beasts in the cages near by.

Occasionally he paused at the clink clink of the elephant irons or at the "whuff" as the uneasy pachyderm poured dust on his head.
Bah! It was madness.

A parchment in Hindustani, given jestingly or ironically by a humorous old chap in orders and white linen and rhinoceros sandals.

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