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The Saya is growing to be an old man now, and
the things of the spirit are increasingly with him.
One can see the change in his eyes, in the gentle inflexion
of his voice, and in the subdued tones of the
silken skirt he wears when he goes abroad. Fame
has come to him in her devious way. She has brought
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him framed diplomas from exhibitions in Calcutta and
Rangoon, which he hangs upon his walls. He is ready,
he says, to take any orders the thakin may be pleased
to srive him. His wife, a practical soul, is more
direct.
“ What,” she inquires, the betel trickling at her lips,
“ has His Worship come to b u y ? ”
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