Her Highness, the Maharani and Regent of Cooch Behar, a dashing young widow, lay and groaned in agony, last week, at a London hospital. Her spine had been distorted, almost snapped in twain. She had sustained this injury when a horse on which she was riding to hounds slipped, fell, rolled upon her.
Of the hunting party were Edward of Wales and Albert of York, impotent before Fate. In Cooch Behar, unsympathetic Hindus croaked that their Maharani's accident was in reality a judgment upon her for adopting Occidental habits, even to the extent of...
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