She had vanished like a perfume, like a cloud shadow in the wind.
His soul was bitter; for he had built many dreams, and always this fair haired girl had ridden upon them.

So straight she stood, so calm in the eyes, mannered with that gentleness, known of the brave.

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Gone, and skilled as he was in jungle lore, he could not find her.
"Sahib, a Brahmin desires audience." "Ask him what he wants." "It is for the sahib's ear alone." "Ah! Bring him to me quickly." The Brahmin approached, salaamed.
"What do you wish ?" Bruce asked curtly.
"A thousand rupees, Huzoor!" blandly.
"And what have you that is worth that many rupees ?" irritably.
The Brahmin salaamed again.