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But what is my lord's name? Will he tell his servant, that he and Rabda may think of him and talk of him as they tramp the roads together?" "My name is Ralph Bathurst. I am District Officer at Deennugghur. How far are you going this evening?"
"No, they look healthy enough," he said, examining them closely. "Granulation is going on nicely; but I warn you you will be disfigured for months, and it may be years before you get rid of the scars. I doubt, indeed, if you will ever get rid of them altogether. Well, well, what shall we talk about?" "I will take pity on you, Doctor. I will walk on ahead with Rabda and her father, and Mr.
Rabda made signs for her to put it on again, and pointing in the direction of Cawnpore, repeated the word several times, and Isobel felt with a thrill of intense thankfulness that the stratagem had succeeded, and that she was to be sent away at once, probably to the place where the other prisoners were confined. Presently the woman returned. "Rabda, you had best go with her.
Pray do not linger longer in Cawnpore. You may be discovered, and if I am spared, it would embitter my life always to know that it had cost you yours. God bless you always. "Yours gratefully, "Isobel." She folded up the paper and gave it to Rabda, who took her hand and kissed it; and then, drawing her veil again over her face, went to the door, which stood open for the moment.
He could not send you a message nor tell me about you when you were first at Bithoor, because he said Rabda was not in sympathy with you, but after she had seen you and touched you and you had kissed her, she was able to do so. There does not appear to me to be anything beyond the powers of nature in that, though doubtless powers were called into play of which at present we know nothing.
"The marks seem dying out, and you look almost your old self." "Yes," she said; "I have been to one of the great doctors, and he says he thinks the scars will quite disappear in time." Isobel Bathurst has never again received any distinct message from Rabda, but from time to time she has the consciousness, when sitting quietly alone, that the girl is with her in thought.
We have been successful so far, be assured that we shall succeed again. What we have done is more difficult than what we have to do. It is easier to get twenty prisoners from a jail than one from a rajah's zenana." "That is true enough, Rabda. At the moment I was not thinking of that, but of other things."
"Does she know what she has been doing?" he asked, as Rabda languidly rose from her chair. "No, sahib, she knows nothing after she has recovered from these trances." "I will watch tomorrow night," Bathurst said, "and see at what hour the sentries are relieved.
She put her hand on her arm and motioned to her to come along. Surprised at the summons, Mrs. Hunter followed her. When they reached the cushion Rabda lifted the shawl from Isobel's face. For a moment Mrs. Hunter failed to recognize her, but as Isobel opened her eyes and held out her hand she knew her, and with a cry of pity she dropped on her knees beside her.
At any rate, this will give us time, and, from what I hear, our troops are likely to be here in another ten days' time. You will be, I know, glad to hear that Wilson has also escaped. "Yours, "R. Bathurst." A large bottle was next filled with elder flower water. The trap was brought around, and they drove back to Bithoor. Rabda was punctual to her appointment.
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