??™ The mountains
they danced at night, and the mountains
they tried to fall on Peachey??™s head,
but Dan he held up his hand, and Peachey
came along bent double. He never let go
of Dan??™s hand, and he never let go of Dan??™s
head. They gave it to him as a present in
the temple, to remind him not to come again,
and though the crown was pure gold, and
Peachey was starving, never would Peachey
sell the same. You knew Dravot, sir! You
knew Right Worshipful Brother Dravot!
Look at him now!???
He fumbled in the mass of rags round his
bent waist; brought out a black horsehair
bag embroidered with silver thread; and
shook therefrom on to my table??”the dried,
withered head of Daniel Dravot! The morning
sun that had long been paling the lamps
struck the red beard and blind sunken eyes;
struck, too, a heavy circlet of gold studded
with raw turquoises, that Carnehan placed
tenderly on the battered temples.
???You behold now,??? said Carnehan, ???the
Emperor in his habit as he lived??”the King
of Kafiristan with his crown upon his
head. Poor old Daniel that was a monarch
once!???
I shuddered, for, in spite of defacements
manifold, I recognized the head of the man
of Marwar Junction. Carnehan rose to go.
I attempted to stop him. He was not fit to
walk abroad. ???Let me take away the whiskey,
and give me a little money,??? he gasped.
???I was a King once. I??™ll go to the Deputy
Commissioner and ask to set in the Poor-house
till I get my health.
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