[Mr. Isaacs by F. Marion Crawford]@TWC D-Link bookMr. Isaacs CHAPTER XII 28/41
"There aren't any." "No," continued Ram Lal, "never disturb yourself about that, but just knock your man down and be done with it.
I will guarantee you can do it well enough, and if he gives you trouble I may be able to help you." "All right; give me some cigarettes;" and before I had smoked one I was asleep. When I awoke the sun was down, but there was a great light over everything.
The full moon had just risen above the hills to eastward and bathed every object in silver sheen.
The far peaks, covered with snow, caught the reflection and sent the beams floating across the deep dark valleys between.
The big boulder, against which the tent was pitched, caught it too, and seemed changed from rough stone to precious metal; it was on the tent-pegs and the ropes, it was upon Isaacs' lithe figure, as he tightened his sash round his waist and looked to his pocket-book for the agreement.
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