The fakir is everything by turns; he whines, and threatens; he sometimes mumbles his prayers, and sometimes shrieks at the top of his voice.
"When you are not riding or shooting, lad, do not spend your time in the garden, or with the women.

Go into the town and keep your eyes open.

Bear in mind that you are learning a lesson, and that your life depends upon your being perfect in every respect.
"As to your first disguise, I will speak to Rajbullub, and he will get it ready by tomorrow evening.

The dress of the peasant of Mysore differs little from that here, save that he wears rather more clothing than is necessary in this warm climate.".