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 | | But the wars, instead of calming India, had a nasty way of stirring it up, either inside the country or on its frontiers, and this triggered yet more intervention, until, somehow, the British, who had never meant to be occupiers, occupied virtually the entire subcontinent. |
 | | He, the Viceroy, knew better, that the toiling ryot was more interested in concrete improvements in daily life—the construction of irrigation canals, the establishment of credit “societies” to get the moneylenders off his back—and these he provided. |
 | | Missing, too, among the illustrations of the Viceroy with dead tigers, the Viceroy with assorted nizams and maharajas is another kind of contemporary photograph, the kind taken by missionaries with Kodaks, of cadavers of children who had been devoured by wild dogs and jackals, of saucer-eyed victims of starvation. |
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