She gave a frightened little moan, opened her eyes wide, and whispered:
‘You’re sure you’re Jewish … not … not Indian?’
‘Han, mem-sahib,’ says I, thrusting away respectfully, and she gave a contented little squeal and grappled me like a wrestler.
Flashman in the Great Game, p.141, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
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