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Again I heard the whacks of the bamboos, and peace flowed into my
soul.
* * *
Just as morn began to break, two figures were seen to approach the
little fortress of Futtyghur: one was a woman wrapped closely in a
veil; the other a warrior, remarkable for the size and manly beauty
of his form, who carried in his hand a deal box of considerable
size. The warrior at the gate gave the word and was admitted; the
woman returned slowly to the Indian camp. Her name was Puttee
Rooge; his was -
G. O'G. G., M.H.E.I.C.S.. C.I.H.A.
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