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"The devil quotes scripture, sahib."
Major Eustace Smith, in a sweater and blazer with a scarf round his neck that gave him almost the appearance of a rowing man, paced the tiled veranda, pausing at frequent intervals to glare into the Residency garden. He had to turn his whole body in order to do it, because the boils on the back of his neck were in the sharply painful stage. The garden offered no encouragement; it was a drab, wet, dreary wilderness of half-neglected flowers ruined by the rain. The sun had burst forth through the brown -gray clouds, but nothing welcomed it except the weeds and a lonely bull-frog, who reiterated big drum belches of enthusiasm from an unseen puddle.