The singing was a
queer, ragged noise — an earnest booming from Mr Macgregor, a kind of shamefaced
muttering from the other Europeans, and from the back a loud, lowing, for the
Karen Christians knew the tunes of the hymns but not the words.
queer, ragged noise — an earnest booming from Mr Macgregor, a kind of shamefaced
muttering from the other Europeans, and from the back a loud, lowing, for the
Karen Christians knew the tunes of the hymns but not the words.
Orwell - Burmese Days
