'Off! Off! Let me up!' cried Abdullah, climbing up Zam-Zammah's wheel. 'Thy father was a pastry-cook, Thy mother stole the ghi, ' sang Kim. 'All Mussalmans fell off Zam-Zammah long ago!' 'Let me up!' shrilled little Chota Lal in his gilt-embroidered cap. His father was worth perhaps half a million sterling, but India is the only democratic land in the world. 'The Hindus fell off Zam-Zammah too. The Mussalmans pushed them off. Thy father was a pastry-cook-' He stopped; for there shuffled round the corner, from the roaring Motee Bazar, such a man as Kim, who thought he knew all castes, had never seen. He was nearly six feet high, dressed in fold upon fold of dingy stuff like horse-blanketing, and not one fold of it could Kim refer to any known trade or profession.

Media	Bøker Pocketbok (Bok med mykt omslag og limt rygg)
Utgitt	16. mars 2017
ISBN13	9781544634524
Utgivere	Createspace Independent Publishing Platf
Antall sider	290
Mål	152 × 229 × 15 mm · 390 g
Språk	Engelsk