A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.

Satan himself can't save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows.