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She commended the place to Jane, and to Jane's mother, whom she believed to be holy persons given to devotional exercises. Jane shook her. "I don't understand a word you say," she cried. "You know I don't. Speak in English." Ameerah shook her head slowly, and smiled again with patience. She endeavoured to explain in English which Jane was sure was worse than she had ever heard her use before.
Cupp ceased fanning and stared at her with a change of expression. She found herself involuntarily asking her next question in a half whisper. "Why, Jane, what is it?" Jane came nearer. "I don't know," she answered, and her voice also was low. "Perhaps I'm silly and overanxious, because I am so fond of her. But that Ameerah, I actually dream about her." "What! The black woman?",
So you see he cannot come yet." She was shivering, though she was determined to keep still. "What was in the milk?" she asked. "In the milk there was the Indian root Ameerah gave the village girl. Last night as I sat under a tree in the dark I heard it talked over. Only a few native women know it." There was a singular gravity in the words poor Lady Walderhurst spoke in reply.
"Go for Ameerah," she gasped, "or I'm afraid I can't. She knows what to do." He went for Ameerah, and the silently gliding creature came bringing her remedies with her. She looked at her mistress with stealthily questioning but affectionate eyes, and sat down on the floor rubbing her hands and feet in a sort of soothing massage. Osborn went out of the room, and the two women were left together.
It was, in fact, only Ameerah who had insisted that she was not dead. After a period of prostration, during which she seemed a corpse, she had slowly come back to earthly existence. The graphic descriptions of the scenes by her bedside, of her apparent death, her cold and bloodless body, her lagging and ghastly revival to consciousness, aroused in the servants' hall a fevered interest.
"Tell her you will come and that she is an angel, and that you are sure a visit to the Manor will save your life." They went to Palstrey a few days later. Ameerah accompanied them in attendance upon her mistress, and the three settled down into a life so regular that it scarcely seemed to wear the aspect of a visit.
"She is devoted to Mrs. Osborn." "I am sure she is, my lady. I've read in books about the faithfulness of black people. They say they're more faithful than white ones." "Not more faithful than some white ones," said Lady Walderhurst with her good smile. "Ameerah is not more faithful than you, I'm very sure." "Oh, my lady!" ejaculated Jane, turning red with pleasure. "I do hope not.
Ameerah answered her with simple fluency in Hindustani, with her manner of not realising that she was speaking to a foreigner who could not understand her. What she explained was that, having heard that Jane's Mem Sahib came here to meditate on account of the stillness, she herself had formed the habit of coming to indulge in prayer and meditation when the place was deserted for the day.
It did not run or seem startled, and as Jane ran she caught it by its white drapery, and found herself, as she had known she would, dragging at the garments of Ameerah. But Ameerah only turned round and greeted her with a welcoming smile, mild enough to damp any excitement. "What are you doing here?" Jane demanded. "Why do you come to this place?"
In her lady's maid's way she'd fight for your life." "I think she is as faithful to me as Ameerah is to you," Emily answered. "I feel sure Ameerah would fight for you." Ameerah's devotion in these days took the form of a deep-seated hatred of the woman whom she regarded as her mistress's enemy. "It is an evil thing that she should take this place," she said. "She is an old woman.
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