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...wash and ink drawing 13 JL Kipling: A Hindu Jat. Decorative design produced in Lahore, wash and ink WHEN IN THE HARVEST HEAT SHE BORE TO THE REAPERS AT NOONTIDE w V, fe " I, HINDU JAT t PUNJAB. picturesquely described 'the wigwams in which they [the Kiplings]... | |
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...were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was...home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fair was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
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