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The Indian gentleman's hollow eyes dwelt on her with curious interest.
Why, my fellow, you behold in me a favourite nephew of the king!"
His face was lean and haggard, and the brown parchment-like skin was drawn tightly over the projecting bones; his long, brown hair and beard were all flecked and dashed with white; his eyes were sunken in his head, and burned with an unnatural lustre; while the hand which grasped his rifle was hardly more fleshy than that of a skeleton.
It will require the combined strength of all of you to do it if the reports they bring back from Korad are correct.
