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Max Havelaar
of a European with a long pipe in his mouth, and underneath the inevitable words: “The smoking young merchant.”
The baboo whom he had assisted out of the coach resembled all the other baboos in India when they are old. If you know this type of servant, I need not tell you what she looked like. And if you do not know it, I cannot tell you. Only this there was to distinguish her from other nurse-maids in India, that she had very little to do. For Mrs. Havelaar was a pattern of care for her child, and whatever had to be done for or with little Max, she did herself, to the great astonishment of many other ladies who did not approve of one being “a slave to one’s children.”
