The rough skin of the elephant had the same effect upon the calves of her legs that sandpaper would have had.

Sometimes she stumbled and fell, and was rudely jerked to her feet.

Only the day before they arrived was she relieved in any way: she was given a litter, and in this manner she entered the hateful city.
In giving her the litter the chief mahout had been inspired by no expressions of pity; simply they desired her to appear fresh and attractive when they carried her into the slave mart.
In fitful dreams all that had happened came back to her--the story her father had told about saving the old king's life, and the grim, ironical gratitude in making Colonel Hare his heir--as if such things could be! And then her own journey to Allaha; the nightmarish durbar, during which she had been crowned; the escape from the ordeals with John Bruce; the terrors of the temple of the sun; the flight from there.

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