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I've been in a fever!" she cried, and would have engulfed her stately daughter before them all, but that Rose put out a deterring hand. "I was afraid you'd be upset so we hurried," she said serenely; not the Rose of Anarkalli, by any means. "But we were all right along the Mozung road."
I suppose I ought to know?" "That depends how things were before I came up. She's twice let your name slip out, unawares. And at Anarkalli she was extraordinarily upset. And to-day about your hand. Then, riding home, I met Mrs Ranyard. And she started talking ... hinting at a private engagement " "Mrs Ranyard deserves to have her tongue removed. She'd tell any lie about another woman." "Quito so.
For India and the Indians she had little real sympathy; and the rising tide of unrest, the increasing antagonism, had sharpened her negative attitude to a positive dislike and distrust, acutely intensified since that evening at Anarkalli, when the sight of Lance and her stepfather, sitting there at the mercy of any chance-flung missile, had stirred the slumbering passion in her to fury.
Directly they moved forward, there was a fierce, concerted rush; láthis in the forefront, bricks and stones hurtling, as at Anarkalli, but with fiercer intent. A large stone whizzed past the ear of an impassive Sikh Ressaldar; half a brick caught Roy on the shoulder; another struck Suráj on the flank and slightly disturbed his equanimity.
And, till long after midnight, an uproarious mob raged through the city and Anarkalli, only kept from breaking all bounds by the tact and good-humour of a handful of cavalry and police; men of their own race, unshaken by open or covert attempts to suborn their loyalty a minor detail worth putting on record. Friday was a day of rumours.
She could not would not tell this unflatteringly critical lover of hers that it was not in her nature to let the one man go till she felt morally sure of the other. Roy had only a profile view of her warm cheek, her sensitive nostril a-quiver, her lip drawn in. And when she spoke, it was in the tense, passionate tone of that evening at Anarkalli.
It gave him a sharp inner tweak to look at them all and remember that nightmare of seething, yelling rebels at Anarkalli. He wished to God Rose had not seen it too. It was the kind of thing that would stick in the memory. On their appearance in the Hall, Mrs Elton deserted a voluble group and bore down upon them, flustered and perspiring. "My darling girl thank God!
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