The soldiers surrounded the cart, drew their swords, and by striking the rioters first with the blunt edge of their blades, and afterwards with the sharp points, succeeded in driving them back. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Womanhood is sacred to me. ’ ‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to say. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh.
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