human
Good day, Sirdar, he cried gaily; and,
gpt
How listen the gods to your prayers, my dear Dewani?
human
Prince, he begged,
gpt
Sirdar, when I send two Rampore hounds from my kennel to make the kill of a tiger you may tackle Amir Khan. Even if we could crumple up this blighter it's not cricket--we need those Pindari chaps--but not as dead men. Besides, I detest bloodshed.
human
If Sindhia would send ten camel loads of gold to this accursed Musselman, we could sleep in peace,
gpt
If it were a woman Sindhia would,
human
It is a wisdom, Prince, for that is where the revenue goes: women are a curse in the affairs of men,
gpt
With four wives your opinion carries weight, Dewani,
human
There will be trouble over these Pindaris; your friends, the English--eh, Nana Sahib--