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pass in streams through the bazaars where the waving 

 lights of the open shops make everything bright as day. 

 Here a lemon-coloured Chinaman displays his ivory 

 toys; there a row of Arab horse-dealers sit smoking and 

 drinking coffee. The ancient fire-worshippers look far 

 more fat and fair than the miserable Indo-Portuguese, 

 who move, in dirty white jackets and trousers, as if 

 all their stamina were gone. In side-streets there are 

 black Jews from Cochin, and golden-coloured ones 

 from the banks of the Euphrates. An experienced 

 eye will soon detect stranded Italians, Germans, and 

 Poles, who have reached India in mysterious ways, 

 with vague notions of making their fortune there, 

 but who find themselves more wretched than ever. 

 Hideous sounds, meant for music, with doleful hoAvl- 

 ing, induce us to glance into the temples where the 

 followers of Siva are worshipping ugly stones smeared 

 with red paint and oil. Where the air is heavy with 

 the fragrant perfume of tropical flowers, and the tall 

 palms are rustling gently above, the lights and music 

 of the wealthy native merchant's nautch invite us to 

 enter his bungalow and behold how Paphian girls of 

 various climes can sing and smile. Then it is not 

 only the mere outside life, such as the streets of a 

 European town present, which is disclosed. It is 

 rather as if we walked the streets of a European town 

 with the power of seeing through window-curtains 

 and stone walls. Through the broad plantain-leaves 

 the English party is seen dining under the waving 



