You know (without my flatt'ring you) too much / For me to be your indice
Sandy Marsh didn't hold her liquor particularly well; she could get tipsy on two glasses of red wine.
an accretion of earth
‘Best kind of native—kept himself busy with his shrub and his nautch-girls and his tumashers.’
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