THE POST OFFICE
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in sea or forest or mountain can bar your way.
Madhav
What's all this rigmarole?
Gaffer
Amal, my dear, I bow to nothing in sea or mountain; but if the doctor joins in with this uncle of yours, then I with all my magic must own myself beaten.
Amal
No. Uncle shan't tell the doctor. And I promise to lie quiet; but the day I am well, off I go with the Fakir and nothing in sea or mountain or torrent shall stand in my way.
Madhav
Fie, dear child, don't keep on harping upon going! It makes me so sad to hear you talk so.
