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The black hair was smoothed back from a wide low forehead, after the habit of the Mahratti women; the prim simplicity of this seeming to add to the girlish effect. A small white-and-gold turban, even with its jauntiness, seemed just the very thing to check the austere simplicity. The girl's eyes, like Ajeet's, were the eyes of some one unafraid, of one born to a caste that felt equality.
I saw her dance at Nana Sahib's and I've heard Ajeet's statement. I don't know anything evil of the girl, and I don't believe it." "A man's sense of honour where a woman is concerned lie to protect her.
There was a scream of terror from the throats of the women; a cry of horror from the Guru at this sacrilege the spilling of liquor upon the earth in anger at the feast of Bhowanee. Ajeet's strong fingers, slim bronzed lengths of steel, had gripped the wrist of his assailant as Bootea, darting forward, laid a hand upon the arm of Hunsa, crying, "Shame! shame!
In front of Ajeet's tent a bamboo pole was planted, from the top of which floated a red flag carrying a figure of the monkey god, Hanuman, embroidered in green and yellow. The red and white bags carrying bones, which were supposed to be the bones of defunct relatives, were suspended from tripods of bamboo to preserve them from the pollution of the soil.
"Hunsa," and Ajeet's voice was constrained in its deadliness, "that ass's voice of yours will yet bring you to grief." But Sookdee interposed: "Let us not quarrel," he said. "Ajeet no doubt has in his mind Bootea as I have Meena. And it would be well if the two were sent on the road in the cart, and when our work is completed we will follow.
Seest that, Ajeet?" and Bootea laid a finger upon the iron bracelet on her arm the badge of a widow. Ajeet Singh sneered: "A metal lie, a " "Stop!" The girl's voice was almost a scream of expostulation. "To speak of that means death, thou fool. And thou hast sworn " Ajeet's face had blanched. Then a surge of anger re-flushed it.
Of course Hunsa knew about it, and he told Sookdee; and when the matter came up in camp they professed indignation at Ajeet's stupidity in not appreciating the honour; dancers were only too glad to appear before such people as the Prince and the Resident at a palace dance, they explained.
Ajeet's black eyes flashed anger, and his brows were drawn into a knot just above his thin, hawk-like nose; suppressed passion at the Dewan's deadly insult was in the even, snarling tone of his voice: "Dewan Sahib, harsh words are profitless " his eyes, glittering, were fixed on the bulbous orbs of the man of the quill "and the talk of women in the affairs of men is not in keeping with caste.
But Ajeet's complicity in the decoity where the merchant and his men had been killed, gave the Dewan just what he had planned for the power of death over the Chief. As to his own complicity he had taken care to speak of the decoity to no one but Hunsa.
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