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Rh "Faint heart never won fair lady," creaked the straining tonga-bar.

"Can I tell you ere you ask Her?" pounded slow the tonga-bar.

Last, the Tara Devi turning showed the lights of Simla burning,

Lit my little lazy yearning to a fiercer flame by far.

As below the Mall we jingled, through my very heart it tingled—

The reiterated order of the threshing tonga-bar:—

"Try your luck—you can't do better!" twanged the loosened tonga-bar.