1. Page scan source: http://books.google.com/books?id=OmcpAQAAIAAJ (the University of California) The church-gong hung from the level branch of a spreading _sirus_ tree, whence the slight breeze of dawn, rustling the dry pods of a past summer and stirring the large soft puff-blossoms of the present, seemed to gather up a faint whisper and a fainter perfume to be upborne into space--further and further and further--by the swelling sound-waves of the gong as it vibrated to old Deen Mahomed's skilful stroke.…
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