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Kunda could not answer; but Surja Mukhi, seizing her hand, said, "Come, sister, I will not say anything more to you!" and took her indoors. On the night of that day, Debendra Datta, alone, in disguise, excited by wine, went to Hira's house in search of Kunda Nandini. He looked in the two huts, but Kunda was not there. Hira, covering her face with her sari, laughed at his discomfiture.
Ever greedy for news from that house, whenever she met any one belonging to it Hira entered into a gossip. In this way she endeavoured to ascertain the disposition of Nagendra towards Surja Mukhi. Thus some time passed; but one day an unpleasant event occurred. After Hira's interview with Debendra, Malati the milk-woman became a constant visitor at Hira's dwelling.
"What are you talking about?" asked Nagendra. "I cannot tell you for shame." Nagendra's brow became dark. He said: "Go home for to-day; I will call you to-morrow." Hira's desire was accomplished. With this design she had quarrelled with Kousalya. Nagendra rose and went to Surja Mukhi. Stepping lightly, Hira followed him. Taking Surja Mukhi aside, he asked, "Have you dismissed Hira?"
'Now where the dickens did you get that knowledge, Hira Singh? said the captain of the Lushkar team. 'Hear him! said Hira Singh simply, pointing at the crumpled figure that wept as though it would never cease. 'He said, "My God!" said little Mildred. 'I heard him say it. The colonel and the mess-room looked at the man in silence. It is a horrible thing to hear a man cry.
Any one else would have easily penetrated this craftiness, but Kunda was unusually simple, and easily appeased. She felt no suspicion of this new affection; she imagined Hira to be sour-tempered, but not unfaithful. The woman said "Why do you weep, Ma Thakurani?" Kunda did not speak, but only looked at Hira, who saw that her eyes were swollen and the pillow soaked.
As the miser, or the man greedy of fame, having long preserved his treasure, at the marriage of a son, or some other festival, spends all in one day's enjoyment, Hira, who had so long preserved her chastity, had now lost it for a day's delight, and like the ruined miser was left standing in the path of endless regret.
Eventually he came into close contact with the hanifs. He followed the custom of retiring for meditation and prayer to the lonely and desolate Mount Hira. A vivid sense of the being of one Almighty God and of his own responsibility to God, entered into his soul.
Ow!" "Now where the dickens did you get that knowledge, Hira Singh?" said the captain of the Lushkar team. "Hear him!" said Hira Singh, simply, pointing at the crumpled figure that wept as though it would never cease. "He said, 'My God!" said Little Mildred, "I heard him say it." The colonel and the mess room looked at the man in silence. It is a horrible thing to hear a man cry.
Abandoned by Debendra, as a boy throws away an unripe mango not to his taste, Hira at first suffered frightfully. It was not only that she had been cast adrift by Debendra, but that, having been degraded and wounded by him, she had sunk to so low a position among women. It was this she found so unendurable.
I will tell my master, and he will give you a suitable answer." Then she went quickly out. For some moments Debendra sat puzzled and cowed. Then to revive himself he returned to the brandy, and the songs in which he usually indulged. Rising in the morning, Hira went to her work. For the past two days there had been a great tumult in the Datta house, because Kunda Nandini was not to be found.
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