Rudyard Kipling
from chapter 2
'An' the Colonel av the rig'mint had a daughter—wan av thim lamblike, bleatin', pick-me-up-an'-carry-me-or-I'll-die gurls such as was made for the natural prey av men like the Capt'n, who was iverlastin' payin' coort to her, though the Colonel he said time an' over, “Kape out av the brute's way, my dear.” But he niver had the heart for to send her away from the throuble, bein' as he was a widower, an' she their wan child.' ...go to paragraph
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