The Thakur withdrew his head, and from certain grunts that followed seemed to be wakening his retainers.
Thakur knew how simple my husband was, and used to tease him mercilessly.
The neighbourhood soon learnt to call him their Thakur Dada (Grandfather).
I have already mentioned that Thakur Dada had an only grand-daughter.
The neighbourhood soon learnt to call him their Thakur Dada.
As he cried, Thakur took pity on him and sent a jackal to him.
The misdeeds of men at length made Thakur Baba so angry that he resolved to destroy them all.
The Thakur's tonga came up with a rush, ran deliberately across the bows of the Englishman, chipped a pony, and passed on.
The Thakur put his head out of the tonga and spoke shrilly in Mewari.
Luckily the Thakur had, some twenty miles back, stepped out to smoke by the roadside, and his tonga had been passed meanwhile.