TWO:In the evening, at the railway terminus, there was a crush of coolies packed close up to the ticket-office of the third-class, and holding out their money. Never tired of trying to push to the front, they all shouted at once, raising their hands high in the air and holding in their finger-tips one or two shining silver rupees. Those who at last succeeded in getting tickets slipped out of the crowd, and sang and danced; others who had found it absolutely impossible to get anything retired into corners, and groaned aloud.Firmly erect in military attitudes, they moved like one man. All without exception turn out capital soldiers.
TWO:And the figures go down after long discussions, till at last the question as to whether I know the worth of pashmina begins all over againendless.
