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Updated: June 13, 2025
"You can come round to my bungalow and ask for me; I shall be glad to hear whether your daughter is any the worse for her scare. How do you feel, Rabda?" "I feel as one in a dream, sahib.
They had taken to the spot where Rabda remained when the others went forward towards the prison a basket containing food and three bottles of wine, and this Rujub had carried since they started together. As soon as the hammock was lowered to the ground, Isobel moved and sat up. "I am rested now. Oh, how good you have all been! I was just going to tell you that I could walk again.
Look at her; did you ever see one so disfigured? The Rajah has seen her, and is filled with loathing. She is to be sent to the Subada Ke Kothee. Are you sure that the malady is not contagious? I have persuaded the Rajah that it is; that is why he is sending her away." "I am sure it is not," Rabda said; "it is the result of the drugs. It is terrible to see her; give me some cooling ointment."
Rabda stepped out, and the bearers lifted out the cushion upon which Isobel lay. "You will not be wanted any more," Rabda said, in a tone of authority. "You can return to Bithoor at once!" As the door closed behind them several of the ladies came round to see this fresh arrival. Rabda looked round till her eye fell upon Mrs. Hunter, who was occupied in trying to hush a fractious child.
He then left the room, leaving Bathurst to read the letters which he still held in his hand, feeling that they were too precious to be looked at until he was alone. It was some time before Rabda brought in his breakfast, and, glancing at him, she saw how deeply he had been moved by the letters. She went up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "We will get her for you, sahib.
Bathurst had stepped behind the gate as it opened, and as the soldiers ran up the yard he took Isobel's hand, and, passing through the gate, ran with her round the building until he reached the spot where Rabda was awaiting them. Half a minute later her father joined them. "Let us go at once, there is no time for talking," he said.
"What does it matter about her now that she is harmless?" Poomba said scornfully. Being, however, desirous of pleasing Rabda, she went away and brought a pot of ointment, which the girl applied to the sores, the tears falling down her cheeks as she did so. The salve at once afforded relief from the burning pain, and Isobel gratefully took a drink prepared from fresh limes.
This was sufficient to assure him that it was not a white woman passing out in disguise, and Rabda at once proceeded to her father's house. As she expected, he and Bathurst were away, for she had arranged to meet them at eight o'clock in the garden. They did not return until eleven, having waited two hours for her, and returning home in much anxiety at her non-appearance. "What has happened?
"Now watch, sahib." Bathurst looked, and saw the block of wood apparently growing. Gradually it rose until Rabda passed up beyond the light in the room. "You may come out," the juggler said, "but do not touch the pole. If you do, it will cause a fall, which would be fatal to my child." Bathurst stepped out and looked up.
"I told him, sahib," the servant said, "that you cared not for such entertainments, and that he had better go elsewhere; but he insisted that you yourself had told him to come, and so I let him wait." "Has he a girl with him, Jafur?" "Yes, sahib." Bathurst strolled round to the other side of the bungalow, where Rujub was sitting patiently, with Rabda wrapped in her blue cloth beside him.
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