Alas, he is in the Straits Settlements! Seven days." "I am not afraid to die." "But there are many kinds of death," and with this sinister reflection he stepped aside.
The multitude, seeing Kathlyn coming down from the dais, still surrounded by her cordon of troopers, began reluctantly to disperse.
"Bread and the circus!"-- the mobs will cry it down the ages; they will always pause to witness bloodshed, from a safe distance, you may be sure.

There was a deal of rioting in the bazaars that night, and many a measure of bhang and toddy kept the fires burning.

Oriental politics is like the winds of the equinox: it blows from all directions.
The natives were taxed upon every conceivable subject, not dissimilar to the old days in Urdu, where a man paid so much for the privilege of squeezing the man under him.

Mutiny was afoot, rebellion, but it had not yet found a head.

The natives wanted a change, something to gossip about during the hot lazy afternoons, over their hookas and coffee.