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A woman replied, "Do I hear the Thakur's voice? When did the Thakur come?" "But now. Open the door quickly; I am in a great difficulty." Haro Mani opened the door. The Brahmachari, bidding her light a lamp, laid his burden on the floor of the hut. Haro lit the lamp, and bringing it near the dying woman, they both examined her carefully.
Dismissing the physician, the Brahmachari sent Haro Mani about other work, and entered into conversation with Surja Mukhi, who said "Thakur, why have you taken so much trouble about me? There is no need to do so on my account." "What trouble have I taken?" replied the Brahmachari; "this is my work.
After a while the woman opened her eyes; when Haro Mani said, "Where have you come from, mother?" Reviving, the woman asked, "Where am I?" The Brahmachari answered, "Finding you dying by the roadside, I brought you hither. Where are you going?" "Very far." Haro Mani said: "You still wear your bracelet; is your husband living?" The sick woman's brow darkened. Haro Mani was perplexed.
After listening to the narration, Srish Chandra said: "It is surprising that you should not have met the Brahmachari, as it is only yesterday he left Calcutta for Madhupur in search of you." "What?" said Nagendra; "how did you meet with the Brahmachari?" "He is a very noble person," answered Srish. "Not receiving a reply to his letter to you, he went to Govindpur in search of you.
Surja Mukhi, with wet eyes, said: "I am dying; why should I feel shame at such a time? I have no other trouble than this, that I am dying without seeing my husband's face. If I could but see him once I should die happy." The Brahmachari wiped his eyes also, and said: "Where is your husband?
Plodding along in the darkness the Brahmachari heard suddenly in the pathway some such sound, followed by a long sigh. The sound was muffled, nevertheless it seemed to come from a human throat, from some one in pain. The Brahmachari stood waiting, the lightning flashed brightly; he saw something lying at the side of the road was it a human being?
When the Brahmachari had gone, Surja Mukhi, with tearful eyes, joined hands, and upturned face, put up her petition to the Creator, saying, "Oh, supreme God, if you are faithful, then, as I am a true wife, may this letter accomplish its end. I knew nothing during my life save the feet of my husband.
In the month Sraban a stranger, falling sick, stayed in her house. She was placed there by the Brahmachari. I heard her name was Surja Mukhi. She was ill of consumption; I attended her, had almost cured her. Now " Breathing hard, Nagendra repeated, "Now?" "In the destruction of Haro Mani's house the woman was burnt." Nagendra fell from his chair, striking his head severely. The blow stunned him.
Then Haro Mani, following the Brahmachari's directions, changed the woman's wet clothes for dry garments, and dried her wet hair. Then lighting a fire, they endeavoured to warm her. The Brahmachari said: "Probably she has been long without food; if there is milk in the house, give her a little at a time." Haro Mani possessed a cow, and had milk at hand; warming some, she administered it slowly.
It is one of the worst days of the rainy season; not once had the sun appeared, only a continuous downpour of rain. The well metalled road to Benares was a mass of slush. Thus the Brahmachari travelled in the soaking rain through the dark day, followed by a night as black as though the earth were full of ink.
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