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Talbot Mundy,  King of the Khyber Rifles — Chapter XIII (1916)

“ Oh, I know all about Rome!"
"And the gods of India?" he asked, to keep her to the point now that she seemed well started.
He was there to learn, not to teach.
"I know them, too! I know them as nobody else does! They are neither Hindu, nor Muhammadan, but are older by a thousand ages than either foolishness! I love them, and they love me—as you shall love me, too! If they did not love both of us, we would not both be here! We must obey them!"
None of the East's amazing ways of courtship are ever tedious. Love springs into being on an instant and lives a thousand years inside an hour.
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Talbot Mundy,  King of the Khyber Rifles — Chapter XIII (1916)

“ Think of the fogy museum men! (She called them by a far less edifying name, really, for the East is frank in that way, especially in its use of other tongues.) "What would they say, think you, King sahib, if they found us two dead beside those two? Would not that be a mystery? Don't you love mysteries? Speak, man, speak! Has Khinjan struck you dumb?"
But he did not speak. He was staring at her arm, where two whitish marks on the skin betrayed that bracelets had been.
"Oh, those! They are theirs. I would not rob the dead, or the gods would turn on me.
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Talbot Mundy,  King of the Khyber Rifles — Chapter XIII (1916)

“ Many a man—many and many a man I have tried and found wanting! For I was impatient in spite of resolutions. I burned to find him at once, and begin! But you are the first of all the men I have tested who answered all the tests! Languages—he must speak the native tongues. Brave be must be—and clever—resembling the Sleeper in appearance. I began to think long ago that I must forego that last test, for there was none like the Sleeper until you came. And when this world war broke—for it is a world war, a world war I tell you!—I thought at last that I must manage all alone. ”
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