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Excerpt from The Company's Servant: A Romance of Southern India " Lord of Himself, though not of lands,
And hiving nothing - yet hath all." Sir Henry Wotton.
"Man is his own star, and the soul that can,
Render an honest and a perfect man.
Command all light, all influence, all fate,
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still." Beaumont and Fletcher.
The thin mantle of a tropical night, still enshrouded the district of Shezada in Southern India. Yet although the land lay wrapped in sleep, dawn was approaching with swift and stealthy footsteps; heralded by the whisperings of a timid breeze, and the notes of wakening birds, it appeared with a sudden flash of yellow light, glimmering along the horizon.
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Excerpt from The Company's Servant: A Romance of Southern India " Lord of Himself, though not of lands,
And hiving nothing - yet hath all." Sir Henry Wotton.
"Man is his own star, and the soul that can,
Render an honest and a perfect man.
Command all light, all influence, all fate,
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still." Beaumont and Fletcher.
The thin mantle of a tropical night, still enshrouded the district of Shezada in Southern India. Yet although the land lay wrapped in sleep, dawn was approaching with swift and stealthy footsteps; heralded by the whisperings of a timid breeze, and the notes of wakening birds, it appeared with a sudden flash of yellow light, glimmering along the horizon.
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