. . .
"One does. . . .
"There is something dishonouring in distrust--to both the distrusted
and the one who distrusts. . . ."
After that, apparently, it had been too hot and stuffy to continue.
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Benham did not see Amanda again until after the birth of their
child. He spent his Christmas in Moscow, watching the outbreak, the
fitful fighting and the subsequent break-up, of the revolution, and
taking care of a lost and helpless English family whose father had
gone astray temporarily on the way home from Baku. Then he went
southward to Rostov and thence to Astrakhan. Here he really began
his travels. He determined to get to India by way of Herat and for
the first time in his life rode out into an altogether lawless
wilderness. He went on obstinately because he found himself
disposed to funk the journey, and because discouragements were put
in his way. He was soon quite cut off from all the ways of living
he had known. He learnt what it is to be flea-bitten, saddle-sore,
hungry and, above all, thirsty. He was haunted by a dread of fever,
and so contrived strange torments for himself with overdoses of
quinine.
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