My acquaintance with Isaacs, so suddenly grown into intimacy, had become a part of my life.

I felt a sort of devotion to him that I had never felt for any man in my life before.

I would rather have gone with him to Keitung, for a presentiment told me there was trouble in the wind.

He had not talked to me about the Baithopoor intrigue, for everything was as much settled beforehand as it was possible to settle anything.

There was nothing to be said, for all that was to come was action; but I knew Isaacs distrusted the maharajah, and that without Ram Lal's assistance--of whatever nature that might prove to be--he would not have ventured to go alone to such a tryst.
When I returned the camp was all alive, for it was nearly seven o'clock.
Kildare and the collector, my servant said, had gone off on _tats_ to shoot some small game.