And then they had plunged into the bazaar, crowded with people dressed in white muslin. Where could they all possibly live? An incongruous picture came into Fleury's mind of a hundred and fifty people squatting on the floor of his aunt's drawing-room in Torquay. The gharry lurched suddenly and turned into some gates. They had arrived. His heart sank.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Siege Of Krishnapur - pg. 41
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