If, some day, I am found worthy to be your faithful servant, then shall I know that Allah has pardoned my transgressions.

I only killed a man because--" "Peace, Mir Jan.

Let him rest." "Why is he worshiping you, Robert ?" demanded Iris.
He told her.
"Really," she cried, "I must keep up my studies in Hindustani.

It is quite too sweet." And then, for the benefit of her father, she rattled off into a spirited account of her struggles with the algebraic x and the Urdu compound verb.
Sir Arthur Deane managed to repress a sigh.

In spite of himself he could not help liking Anstruther.