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And Chamu, with his master Atirupa, went into other bodies. But the soul of Babhru entered, for his crime, into that body of a camel lying yonder, which perished, as I told thee to begin with, in the desert long ago. And then, the Moony-crested stopped.
And Atirupa looked at him with surprise: and he said: Chamu, this is very strange, and thou art not like thyself. Hast thou been eating poppy, or art thou only drunk with wine? For it is no ordinary vision that could turn thee into a poet. Come now, go on. Describe for me the beauty that has awoken such emotion in a soul as dull and muddy as thy own.
Babhru, beware of Chamu, for he is the very worst of all; worse even than the women. She was frightened of his laughter: it was worse, far worse, than all the laughter of the women. They pushed her from their boat, and Chamu took her. And she begged and begged and begged him only to leave her in the sand; for then she would have died, and never lived to see her father and Babhru any more.
"I cautioned the relieving guard that if they had a word to say to any one they'd follow the first lot into cells. It don't do to have it known that elephants break loose that easy." "Good!" "Subsequently, acting on instructions from Your Highness, I searched the cellar of Mr. Blaine's house on the hill, Chamu the butler holding a candle for me." "What did he see?
Chamu had with him, besides his own bundle of belongings, a revolver belonging to Dick Blaine, two bracelets belonging to Tess, a fountain-pen that he had long had his heart on, plenty of note-paper on which to have a writer forge new references, a half-dozen of Dick's silk handkerchiefs and a turquoise tie-pin.
And Chamu laughed, and he said: O woodman, not so loud: for thou art hasty, and thou art uncivil, and thou art altogether wrong: though so far thou art right, that we are old friends. Yet still thou art unjust, for I am not the robber. It was not I that carried off thy beauty from the wood, but my master, King Atirupa. And thou art very rude, to call even him a robber.
"Then ask the memsahib's permission to pass through the house and leave by the back way." Tess, more amused than ever, nodded consent and clapped her hands for Chamu to come and do the honors. "I'll wait here," she said, "and welcome the commissioner." "But you, Your Ladyship?" Tom Tripe scratched his head in evident confusion. "I've got to account for you, you know." "You haven't seen me.
"Because I say it I, who said that Chamu would repay his son's loan, I, who knew from the first all about the title-deed, I, who know where it is this minute, I, who know the secrets of Jinendra's priest, I, whose name stands written on the hundred-rupee note with which the butler paid his son's debt!" "The princess! The Princess Yasmini! It was her name on the note!" "Her name is mine!"
"From Jinendra's priest perhaps." "He has it now? The dog's stray offspring! I will " "Nay, he has it not! Be kind and courteous to Jinendra's priest, or perhaps the god will send the paper after all to Dhulap Singh!" "As to what shall I keep silence?" "Two matters. Firstly Chamu the butler will presently pay his son's debt.
"I suppose if I don't give you one now you'll have two later?" He nodded. "I must. One now would put me just to rights and I'd eat at noon. Times when I'm savage with myself, and wait, I have to have two or three before I can stomach lunch." She offered him a basket chair and beckoned Chamu. "Brandy and soda for the sahib." "Thank you, ma'am!" said the soldier piously. "Where's your dog, Tom?"
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