She, driven out by her family, refuges finally in Hlassa, and your English was, of course, learned before the death of your father, when you were eighteen.

Your usefulness as interpreter caused you to attach yourself to 'Prince Djiddin's' noble family.
"Yes," said Hardwicke.

"A couple of days spent in the British Museum, and with your fertile imagination, Eric, you will be enabled to describe the mysterious, lonely city on the Dzangstu, and even the gilded temples of Mount Botala.

You can easily book up all about the Dalai Lama.

Make a voyage a la Tom Moore to Cashmere!" "Right you are!" laughed Eric Murray.