I phoned instantly I heard you were back.

The colophon penned in flowery style with stave-rhymes relates that the words of the Zaya Pandita's translation were written […]

He just longed to get away from here and try his luck somewhere else, but for the sake of his sister he hung on and on till he ran himself into debt over his ears—I can tell you. I, myself, could show a handful of his chits for meals and drinks in my drawer.

(please add the primary text of this quote) His wife laughed. “You'll see purdahs when we reach Port Said.” “And a bazaar?” “That's a market!” “Who's a badmash?” “A bad man is called a badmash. I'm not a badmash. Am I?”