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"But why, then, did you try to return the money?" "Let her come, at whose command I did so. In her presence I shall make a clean breast of it." "And who may 'she' be?" "My sister, the Chota Rani!" I sent for Bimala. She came hesitatingly, barefoot, with a white shawl over her head. I had never seen my Bimal like this before. She seemed to have wrapped herself in a morning light.
I have also received my reward, your prasad, as soon as I came to the palace." Bimal looked at him blankly, unable to follow his last words. Amulya brought out his handkerchief, and untying it showed her the cakes put away inside. "I did not eat them all," he said. "I have kept these to eat after you have helped me with your own hands." I could see that I was not wanted here.
Mother Bengal has not only this one Panchu. If the milk in her breasts has run dry, that cannot be supplied from the outside." These are thoughts which give one pause, and I decided to devote myself to working it out. That very day I said to Bimal: "Let us dedicate our lives to removing the root of this sorrow in our country." "You are my Prince Siddharta, I see," she replied with a smile.
Amulya prostrated himself in salutation and took the dust of her feet. Then, as he rose, he said: "Your command has been executed, sister. The money is returned." "You have saved me, my little brother," said Bimal. "With your image in my mind, I have not uttered a single lie," Amulya continued. "My watchword Bande Mataram has been cast away at your feet for good.
The Chota Rani must have kept it herself, seeing how absent-minded you are getting." I was, however, greatly disturbed. It was never Bimal's habit to take any key of mine without telling me about it. Bimal was not present at my meal-time that day: she was busy feasting Amulya in her own room. My sister-in-law wanted to send for her, but I asked her not to do so.
Could this be my Bimal of old, my proud, sensitive Bimal? What favour could she be wanting to beg, seated like this at my door? As I stopped short, she stood up and said gently with downcast eyes: "I would have a word with you." "Come inside then," I said. "But are you going out on any particular business?" "I was, but let that be. I want to hear ..." "No, finish your business first.
"I have taken it out already," said Bimal. I was startled. "Where have you kept it, then?" asked my sister-in-law. "I have spent it." "Just listen to her! Whatever did you spend all that money on?" Bimal made no reply. I asked her nothing further. The Bara Rani seemed about to make some further remark to Bimala, but checked herself.
Faith deceives men, but it has one great merit: it imparts a radiance to the features. My portrait now reposes next to Nikhil's, for are not the two of us old friends? Nikhil's Story I WAS never self-conscious. But nowadays I often try to take an outside view to see myself as Bimal sees me. What a dismally solemn picture it makes, my habit of taking things too seriously!
She must have been waiting by the door, hesitating whether to come in or not, and at last have decided to go back. I jumped up and bounded to the door, calling: "Bimal." She stopped on her way. She had her back to me. I went and took her by the hand and led her into our room. She threw herself face downwards on a pillow, and sobbed and sobbed.
I was staring blankly at his retreating figure, when the sound of a book, falling from the table, made me turn to find Bee following him with quick, nervous steps, making a detour to avoid passing too near me. A curious creature, that Nikhil! He feels the danger threatening his home, and yet why does he not turn me out? I know, he is waiting for Bimal to give him the cue.
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