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Updated: June 16, 2025
"If there is nothing to fear for you, there is for me. If I am seen with you what will be my position?" Shrinking at this, Debendra said: "Let us go. Would it not be well that I should renew acquaintance with your new grihini?" The burning glance of hate cast on him by Hira at these words, Debendra failed to see in the uncertain light. Hira said: "How will you get to see her?"
Closing his eyes, he began to sing some doggerel beginning "My name is Hira, the flower girl." Presently a voice answered from without "My name is Hira Malini. He is talking in his cups; I can't bear to see it." Debendra, hearing the voice, called out noisily, "Who are you a male or female spirit?" Then, jingling her bangles, the spirit entered and sat down by Debendra.
Hira continued: "He was not my husband, but I loved him better than the best husband. I knew he did not love me; he loved another sinner, a hundred times less attractive than I." At this point, Hira cast a sharp, angry glance from under her eyelids at Kunda, then went on: "Knowing this, I did not run after him, but one day we were both wicked."
In one of the huts Hira slept; in the other her grandmother. Hira made up a bed for Kunda beside her own. Kunda lay there, but did not sleep. Kunda desired to remain hidden, and therefore consented to be locked in the room on the following day when Hira went to her work, so that she should not be seen by the grandmother.
After so many days' absence has he nothing to say to you?" "He has not been near me," and with these words fresh tears burst forth. Hira was delighted. She said, smiling, "Ma, why do you weep in this way? Many people are over head and ears in trouble, yet you cry incessantly over one sorrow. If you had as much to bear as I have, you would have destroyed yourself before this time."
One person only, the gatekeeper, sometimes shook the chain to give warning at night. But in his hand the chain did not speak so sweetly; it spoke threateningly, as though to say, "If you do not open, I will break the door." Now it seemed to say, "How are you, my Hira? Arise, my jewel of a Hira!" Hira arose, and opening the outer door saw a woman.
"Kushi abused me; I complained: the mistress believes her account and dismisses me." Nagendra, shaking his head and laughing, said: "That is not a likely story, Hira; tell the truth." Hira then, speaking plainly, said: "The truth is I will not stay." "Why?" "The mistress has become quite altered. One never knows what to expect from her."
She began to return these good wishes in similar terms. In the act of quarrelling Kousalya was the superior. Therefore Hira got her deserts. Then Hira went to complain to her mistress. If any one could have looked at her as she went, they would have seen no signs of anger on her face, but rather a smile on her lips.
Westward of the ruins of Babylon, a tribe of sedentary Arabs had fixed themselves on the verge of the desert; and Hira was the seat of a race of kings who had embraced the Christian religion, and reigned above six hundred years under the shadow of the throne of Persia.
It was at this time that both the OROHENA and the Hira, running in close to the shore, began firing guns and signalling frantically. The three men stepped outside in time to see the two schooners go hastily about and head off shore, dropping mainsails and flying jibs on the run in the teeth of the squall that heeled them far over on the whitened water. Then the rain blotted them out.
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