Listen.

Shall we put him back on the throne, to perform some other mad thing like this gift of his throne to the Colonel Sahib ?" Ramabai, watched intently by the two conspirators for the British Raj and his white friends, paced back and forth, his hands behind his back, his head bent.

He was a Christian; he was not only a Christian, he was a Hindu, and the shedding of blood was doubly abhorrent to his mind.
"I am being pulled by two horses," he said.
"Act quickly," advised Ahmed; "one way or the other.

Umballa will throw his men round the whole city and there will not be a space large enough for a rat to crawl through.

And he will fight like a rat this time; mark me." Ramabai paused suddenly in front of his wife and smiled down at her.
"Pundita, you are my legal queen.