The native carriage (or gharri, as it is called) is not a handsome equipage.
"That is called a gharri" interposed Sir Modava, who was within hearing.
She was so terrified that she did not dare to look out, but shut at once the windows of the gharri.
A minute later the two were seated in the gharri, which at once set out in pursuit of the one that Carl Reitberg had taken.
He sat back in the gharri smiling and perspiring, mopping his forehead from time to time.
She was just wondering whether she would take a gharri when a motor stopped at the curb and Peter got out.