Summary

Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

Two dogs, belligerent and pausing every now and then to yelp another challenge, galloped into sight, climbed the rock, and lay down gasping beside Diana. The drumming of hoofs pursued them. In a minute more the raja of Chota Pegu reined in a sweating stallion, whose legs were trembling, glanced at Ommony’s tied horse, looked up, and nodded angrily.
“Keep your dogs chained!” he shouted. “Why don’t you thrash your junglis oftener? I’ll kill the next beast that gets in my way! —— them! They drove me like a buffalo at milking time! Get some decent dogs, why can’t you!”
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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

SOMEHOW, woman has come to represent temptation in the minds of most of us. Doubtless she earned the stigma, and we the worse one, of being weak. Zelmira Poulakis in pale mauve Georgette was art so refined and simplified as almost to seem divine, so that Ommony wondered whether he could keep his own head. As to Strange, with himself to load the scale clandestinely, he felt no doubt whatever.
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Talbot Mundy The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)

The best, and the worst of us like to be liked, more particularly by a pretty woman. It gilds the edges of intrigue, and surely dulls conscience to the drab-gray underside of human schemes. Ommony began to like his task amazingly. He almost forgot the forest in determination to make Meldrum Strange a captive of this woman’s bow and spear.
“I-wish you’d tell the raja about Strange,” he said, after making Diana jump over his head a time or two—for he saw the raja coming. “Not too much, of course. Just say he’s a millionaire who wants to buy up Indian forest rights.
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