[…] the cries of the natives, the moanings and gurglings of camels, the trumpetings of elephants, the buglings of neighbouring regiments […]
‘In the tropics one must before everything keep calm.’...He lifted a warning forefinger...‘Du calme, du calme.’
A SCALY TORTOISE SHELL. It seems to be of the Lutarious kind
They stand, those halls of Syon, / Conjubilant with song, / And bright with many an angel, / And all the martyr throng.
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