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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"


The papers were in a hopeless muddle.
Strickland helped me to sort them, and he said that the writer was either an
extreme liar or a most wonderful person. He thought the former. One of these
days, you may be able to judge for yourself.
The bundle needed much expurgation and was full of Greek nonsense, at the head
of the chapters, which has all been cut out.
If the things are ever published some one may perhaps remember this story, now
printed as a safeguard to prove that McIntosh Jellaludin and not I myself wrote
the Book of Mother Maturin.
I don't want the Giant's Robe to come true in my case.


VOLUME VI THE LIGHT THAT FAILED
THE LIGHT THAT FAILED
CHAPTER I
So we settled it all when the storm was done
As comf'y as comf'y could be;
And I was to wait in the barn, my dears, Because I was only three;
And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot,
Because he was five and a man;
And that's how it all began, my dears,
And that's how it all began.
--Big Barn Stories.
"WHAT do you think she'd do if she caught us? We oughtn't to have it, you
know," said Maisie.
"Beat me, and lock you up in your bedroom," Dick answered, without hesitation.
"Have you got the cartridges?"
"Yes; they"re in my pocket, but they are joggling horribly.


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