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Chunda Lal took it as one touching something holy, and raising it he kissed it with reverence. His dark eyes were sorrowful. Long and ardently he pressed the little trinket to his lips, then concealed it under the white robe which he wore and turned to Stuart. His eyes were sorrowful no more, but fierce as the eyes of a tiger. "Follow!" he said.
"Baji Lal up to this time had remained passive, his head bowed as if in helpless acknowledgement of the power of destiny. But at my call he cast his eyes upward with the others, and, beholding the form of his wife through the eddying smoke wreaths, he broke out in loud and passionate appeal. "'Chunda Das, friends, neighbours, do not let her burn. She is innocent of any crime.
He therefore went to Satarah, the court of the Mahrattas, to ask for their assistance. "There he met Chunda Sahib. This man was the nephew of the last nawab of the Carnatic, Dost Ali. Dost Ali had been killed in a battle with them, in 1739; and they afterwards captured Trichinopoli, and took Chunda Sahib, who commanded there, prisoner; and had since kept him at Satarah.
"It seems to you silly, but Chunda Lal is of the East; and he has promised. Oh! be quick! I am afraid. I tell you something. Fo-Hi does not know, but the police Inspector and many men search the river bank for the house! I see them from a window " "What!" cried Stuart "Dunbar is here!" "Ssh! ssh!" Miska clutched him wildly. "He is not far away. You will go and bring him here.
She clung to Stuart, looking up into his eyes. "Yes, yes, Miska!" "Oh! Chunda Lal" she choked down a sob. "Be quick! be quick! He will kill him! he will kill him!" "Off you go, doctor!" cried Max. "Come along, Dunbar!" He began to climb the ironwork of the gate. "This way!" said Miska, dragging Stuart by the arm. "Oh! I am wild with fear and sorrow and joy!"
"Yes, yes. He also leaves England to-morrow." "And you?" "I go with him," she whispered. Chunda Lal glanced apprehensively toward the door. Then: "Do not go with him!" he said, and sought to draw Miska into his arms. "O, light of my eyes, do not go with him!" Miska repulsed him, but not harshly. "No, no, it is no good, Chunda Lal. I cannot hear you."
"'Chunda Das, he began, 'you have known me now for many years. Have I ever done aught to shake your confidence? "'Never, I affirmed. "'Have you ever heard me tell a lie? "'Never, I again replied. "'Well, then, you will believe me when I say that I told the truth in declaring that the stranger went away in the night.
That she was one of the two exceptions mentioned by Fo-Hi he felt assured. But was she in this house, and did she know of his presence there? Even so, had she access to that room of mysteries of horrors? And who was the other who remained? Almost certainly it was the fanatical Hindu, Chunda Lal, of whom she had spoken with such palpable terror and who watched her unceasingly, untiringly.
"Why do you allow them, strangers, coming here to-night!" Ah-Fang-Fu continued complacently to arrange the cards. "S'pose hab gotchee pidgin allee samee Chunda Lal hab got? Fo-Hi no catchee buy bled and cheese for Ah-Fang-Fu. He" nodding casually in the direction of Bill Bean "plitty soon all blissful." "Be very careful, Ah-Fang-Fu," said Chunda Lal tensely. He lowered his voice.
I shall know that you are near me, if " "And then?" "I will ask your aid." Her voice was very low. "And if it is written that I succeed?" Miska averted her head. "Oh, Chunda Lal ... I cannot." She hid her face in her hands. Chunda Lal stood watching her for a moment in silence, then he turned toward the cellar door, and then again to Miska.
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