But such things are no longer done for the amusement of our white masters.

Thus, then, for years I have worked against you; and just as I saw that our work was successful, just as all was prepared for the blow that was to sweep the white men out of India, you saved my daughter; then my work seemed to come to an end.

Would any of my countrymen, armed only with a whip, have thrown themselves in the way of a tiger to save a woman--a stranger--one altogether beneath him in rank--one, as it were, dust beneath his feet?
That I should be ready to give my life for yours was a matter of course; I should have been an ungrateful wretch otherwise.

But this was not enough.

At one blow the work I had devoted myself to for years was brought to nothing.