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I didn't come to Chitipur on any sentimental journey"; and he told how he had seen her portrait in Jane Repton's drawing-room and learnt of the misery of her marriage. "I came to fetch you away." And again Stella stared at him. "You? You pitied me so much? Oh, Henry!" "No. I wanted you so much. It's quite true that I sacrificed everything for success. I don't deny that it is well worth having.
No answer was returned to him for a few moments and then it was Repton himself who spoke. "Yes, yes," he said, and he got up from the sofa. "I think we had better have some light," he added in a strange indifferent voice. He turned the light on in the central chandelier, leaving the corners of the room in shadow, like the parallel forced its way into Thresk's mind like the tent in Chitipur.
You sail on Friday, I think? And to-day is Monday. You can make the journey there and back quite easily in the time." "I can?" asked Thresk. "Yes. Travel by the night-mail up to Ajmere tomorrow night. You will be in Chitipur on Wednesday afternoon. That gives you twenty-four hours there, and you can still catch the steamer here on Friday." "You advise that?" "Yes, I do," said Mrs. Repton. Mrs.
Older than Stella, certainly, but a man of great knowledge and insight. People think most highly of him. Languages come as easily to him as crochet-work to a woman." This paragon had been Resident in the Principality of Bakuta to the north of Bombay when Stella had first arrived. But he had been moved now to Chitipur in Rajputana.
I see to-night the stricken woman of the tent in Chitipur. I am very sorry," and Stella caught at the commiseration in his voice. She dropped the cloak from her shoulders; she was dressed as she had been at the dinner some hours before, but all her radiance had gone, her cheeks trembled, her eyes pleaded desperately. "Sorry! I knew you would be. You are not hard. You couldn't be.
Now that she knew it would not even catch fire she passed at once to a passionate regret. Thresk had inspired her with a great confidence. He was the man, she believed, for her Stella. But he was going up to Chitipur! Anything might happen! She leaned back again in the carriage and cried defiantly to the stars. "I am glad that he's going. I am very glad."
"There's tourist India all in one: a desert, a railway and a deserted city, hovels and temples, deep sacred pools and forgotten palaces the whole bag of tricks crumbling slowly to ruin through centuries on the top of a hill. That's what the good people come out for to see in the cold weather Jarwhal Junction and old Chitipur."
"One more." Pettifer came round the table and stood in front of Henry Thresk. "Did you know Mrs. Ballantyne before you went to Chitipur?" "Yes," Thresk replied. "Had you seen her lately?" "No." "When had you last seen her?" "Eight years before, in this neighbourhood. I spent a holiday close by. Her father and mother were then alive. I had not seen her since.
She drove homewards a few minutes later with her husband; and as they descended the hill to the shore of Back Bay he said: "I had a moment's conversation with Thresk after you had left the dining-room, and what do you think?" "Tell me!" "He asked me for a letter of introduction to Ballantyne at Chitipur." "But he knows Stella!" exclaimed Jane Repton. "Does he? He didn't tell me that!
Here and there a patch of green and a few huts marked a railway station and at each gaily-robed natives sprung apparently from nowhere and going no-whither thronged the platform and climbed into the carriages. Thresk looked impatiently through the clouded windows, wondering what he should find in Chitipur if ever he got there.
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