You know those overtones of a bell that go fading away into the infinite, in touch, somehow, with thoughts that haven't reached any of us yet except the man who made the bell.
"Ah! Afghans are all alike!" Sikhs say that of Afghans too, and Afghans say the same thing of the Sikhs.
"You would say anything for me; but as for cutting throats and laying waste, I myself would be the very first victim.

Thy love, I think, would burn up and be ashes faster than the cities I should never see." "Cities! I will take you to all the cities! You shall have your will of the richest! Covet pearls, and I will burn the feet of jewelers until they beg you to take their costliest! Covet rubies, and I will plunder them from the eyes of temple gods! Covet gold, and I will melt down the throne of a maharajah to make bracelets for your ankles!" _"Wallahi!_ You speak like a braggart." "Braggart?
I?
Nay, I am a lover whose words go lamely.

They are but chaff blown along the wind of great accomplishment.

With thee to fight for I would dare the very rage of Ali Higg!" He still held her hand.

She waited about a minute before answering.
"Which Ali Higg ?" she asked at last.
"Any Ali Higg! All Ali Higgs! As lions go down beneath the feet of elephants so shall the Lion of Petra fail before me!" "One at a time!" she laughed.