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She saw the North-West Frontier and the Cavalry Club — she saw the polo grounds and
the parched barrack yards, and the brown squadrons of           galloping with their
long lances poised and the trains of their pagris streaming; she heard the bugle-calls and
the jingle of spurs, and the regimental bands playing outside the messrooms while the
officers sat at dinner in their stiff, gorgeous uniforms.