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Each person is born to one possession which outvalues all his others--his last breath. / --Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
Toward midnight, that night, there was another function. This was a Hindoo wedding--no, I think it was a betrothal ceremony. Always before, we had driven through streets that were multitudinous and tumultuous with picturesque native life, but now there was nothing of that. We seemed to move through a city of the dead. There was hardly a suggestion of life in those still and vacant streets. Even the crows were silent. But everywhere on the ground lay sleeping natives-hundreds and hundreds.