Rene Magritte Primevere painting

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Then what a damn, shallow, tricksy and self-deceiving fellow I am," he sighed to himself, "to change so much, so fast. I deserve to be finished off without ceremony." But he was not the type to fall on his sword. Instead, he strolled a while around the corridors of Peristan, and pretty soon the house worked its magic and restored him to something like a good mood once again.
The house: in spite of its faery name, it was a solid, rather prosy building, rendered exotic only by being in the wrong country. It had been built seven generations ago by a certain Perowne, an English architect much favoured by the colonial authorities, whose only style was that of the neo--classical English country house. In those days the great zamindars were crazy for European architecture. Saeed's great--great--great--great--grand-father had hired the fellow five minutes after meeting him at the Viceroy's reception, to indicate