"My father was, as you may have guessed, Major John Sholto, once of the Indian army. (Quelle: Projekt Gutenberg)
We followed the Indian down a sordid and common passage, ill lit and worse furnished, until he came to a door upon the right, which he threw open. (Quelle: Projekt Gutenberg)
"It is paper of native Indian manufacture," he remarked. (Quelle: Projekt Gutenberg)