?muttered a half-dozen words, which ▓writers behind him jotted dow▓n in ponderous volumes, waved a f▓labby hand, and the culprits pass▓ed on.
“These,” whispered● an interpreter in my ear, “are wic●ked thieves.They have stolen chapp●aties in the bazaars.They have pr●iso
n for three months.These n▓ext escape quickly with six weeks.●They have cut a coolie with knives.Those who● kneel now have polluted hig▓h-caste food.”
Close to ●an hour the procession continued.An aged▓ coolie, wrinkled and crease▓d of skin as if he had been wrung out a▓n
d hung up to dry, and a naked, half-grown● boy brought up the rear.While they knelt, ●the secretary turned over the pages of his book●.
“More thieves,” said the interpr●eter.“The boy has stolen a brass l▓ota; the man, the lunch of a train guard, th●ree months ago.Their pr