...say, " Send troops (200) to Berber,23, or you will lose it," he must have suppressed my telegrams. I dwell on the joy of never seeing Great Britain again, with its horrid, wearisome dinner parties and miseries. How we can put up with those things passes my imagination ! It is a perfect...

...say, " Send troops (200) to Berber,23, or you will lose it," he must have suppressed my telegrams. I dwell on the joy of never seeing Great Britain again, with its horrid7 wearisome dinner parties and miseries. How we cafTpuTup with^those-things parses- my imagination...

...and thus religious practices follow the scale of my temper; they are pagans if all goes well. . . . I dwell on the joy of never seeing Great Britain again, with its horrid, wearisome dinягг-parties and miseries. How we can put up with these things passes my imagination ! It is a...

...Christmas in Brussels ; he would . . . at any rate he would never go back to England. That was certain. I dwell on the joy of never seeing Great Britain again, with its horrid, wearisome dinner parties and miseries. How we can put up with those things, passes my imagination! It is a perfect...

...mind that he would never return to England, a decision he mentioned with satisfaction more than once: 'I dwell on the joy of never seeing Great Britain again, with its horrid, wearisome dinner parties. ... I hope if any English general comes to Khartoum, he will not ask me to dinner....