the world if you like, little American. And what I'll do will be to find
the Sirdar, the very first instant I'm over the border, and say to him,
'I've known it was your work all along, sir, and however did you get it
across?'"
A month ago my cousin sent me some marked newspapers. General Cochrane
has gone over the border, and I make no doubt that before now he has
found the Sirdar and that the two sons and saviors of a beloved little
land on a little planet have talked over that moment, in the leisures
and simplicities of eternity, and have wondered perhaps that anyone
could wonder how he got it across.