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A. , Mr. Woolf , who were riding up the street in the opposite direction . As they passed one another , Mr. Woolf turned his horse and deliberately hit Mr. Sanderasekara in the face with his riding whip . When I first read this document ...
I remembered that my horse had been restless , continually fidgeting and turning round and round as I pointed out with my riding whip to Ferdinando Hamlyn Price the old line of the street . And then I suddenly remembered that at some ...
that , when I got on my horse and started to ride back to the place where I was to sleep , I found that I had left it much too late ... He suddenly insisted upon going off at a right angle from the direction in which I was riding him .
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Playing tennis with starched whites with the other English administrators and then chatting over G and Ts in the tropical warm of the evening in an old Dutch fort on the north-east coast of Sri Lanka ... Read full review
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In the feudal society of Ceylon "I felt that there was some depth of happiness rather than pleasure, of satisfaction, . . . which the western world is losing or has lost." (p 158) Judgments such as ... Read full review