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ing mutton, and the other because he had 

 only got five heads in a month, one of 

 which was a thirty-eight incher ! Some 

 people are hard to please ! 



Two days later we passed through the 

 hill station of Murree about lunch time. I 

 had on my best pair of knickers and a clean 

 grey flannel shirt. I had a beard, too, 

 bushy and red, and, on the whole, rather 

 fancied myself; but I gathered from what 

 I heard that my appearance was not uni- 

 versally appreciated, for when we went into 

 the hotel lunch-room, which was full of 

 lovely ladies in gala clothes, for the Murree 

 races were on, I saw one enslaver toss her 

 head towards me as she said to her friend 

 the single word " prehistoric." She blushed 

 deeply as I betrayed my appreciation of 

 the description. 



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