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I had just made the discovery that it was useless to keep up a pretence of reading in my room outside, and also that it was equally beyond me to busy myself attending to anything at all -- so that all the days of my future bid fair to congeal into one solid mass and settle heavily on my breast for good -- when Panchu, the tenant of a neighbouring zamindar, came up to me with a basketful of coconuts and greeted me with a profound obeisance.
"Well, Panchu," said I. "What is all this for?"