He had never, therefore, for a moment suspected that he was not like those around him.

He knew that he was stronger than other boys of his own age; more fond of exercise, and leader in all their games; but he had accepted this as a natural accident.

The fact that he belonged to the race that were masters of southern India, and had conquered and slain the Nabob of Bengal, was a gratification to him but, at present, the thought that he might some day have to join them, and leave all those he loved behind, far overpowered this feeling.
"I shall never become English, if you do not go with me," he said.
"You saved my life, and have been a mother to me.

Why should I go away from your side, to people that I know nothing of, whose ways would be all strange to me ?" "It is right that you should do so, Puntojee--I will not call you by your proper name, Harry Lindsay, lest it should slip out before others.

Your life should be spent among your own people; who, I think, will some day rule over all India.