The Hermit Doctor of Gaya: A Love Story of Modern India
"I'm awfully glad."

"I'm awfully glad."

He took up his impromptu bird's-nest from its place of safety in an empty fern-pot. The contents chirped defiance and terror, and Tristram looked up smiling. He saw then that Anne Boucicault's eyes were fixed on something beyond him, and that they were wide and stupid-looking with dread. He turned. A man stood in the sunlit verandah. Against the golden background he bulked huge and threatening, his features and whatever expression they bore blotted out by shadow. The switch which he carried beat an irritable tattoo against his riding-boots.

He took up his impromptu bird's-nest from its place of safety in an empty fern-pot. The contents chirped defiance and terror, and Tristram looked up smiling. He saw then that Anne Boucicault's eyes were fixed on something beyond him, and that they were wide and stupid-looking with dread. He turned. A man stood in the sunlit verandah. Against the golden background he bulked huge and threatening, his features and whatever expression they bore blotted out by shadow. The switch which he carried beat an irritable tattoo against his riding-boots.

Tristram nodded a greeting.

Tristram nodded a greeting.

"Good evening, Colonel."

"Good evening, Colonel."

"Good evening, Major."  He bowed satirically and crossed the threshold.  "This is a pleasant surprise. I understood you were out camping."

"Good evening, Major."  He bowed satirically and crossed the threshold.  "This is a pleasant surprise. I understood you were out camping."

"I have been for the last two months. I am off again tonight."

"I have been for the last two months. I am off again tonight."

"Then my daughter and I are indeed fortunate to catch this glimpse of you."  He came farther into the shade, half turning to fling his helmet and whip on to a table. The light fell on his profile, revealing the livid skin, the brutal line of the jaw.  "To what are we indebted, Major?"

"Then my daughter and I are indeed fortunate to catch this glimpse of you."  He came farther into the shade, half turning to fling his helmet 
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