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I held it up aloft as I said: "I charge you to convey these my jewels to the object of my worship to whom I have dedicated them through you." My husband remained silent. Sandip left the room. Quotation from the National song Bande Mataram. I had just sat down to make some cakes for Amulya when the Bara Rani came upon the scene.
I simply smiled in contemptuous silence. At last have I come to a level above him. I must never lose this vantage ground; never descend lower again. Amidst all my degradation this bit of dignity must remain to me! "I know," said Sandip, after a pause, "it was your jewel-case." "You may guess as you please," said I, "but you will get nothing out of me. "So you trust Amulya more than you trust me?
I remember one day, in the course of the arguments he continually had with Sandip, he said: "Good fortune comes to our gate and announces itself, only to prove that we have not the power to receive it that we have not kept things ready to be able to invite it into our house." "No," was Sandip's answer. "You talk like an atheist because you do not believe in our gods.
My relations with all the world underwent a change. Sandip Babu made it clear how all the country was in need of me. I had no difficulty in believing this at the time, for I felt that I had the power to do everything. Divine strength had come to me. It was something which I had never felt before, which was beyond myself. I had no time to question it to find out what was its nature.
The strangest part of it was that my husband and Sandip Babu did not agree in their opinions. As soon as the Swadeshi storm reached my blood, I said to my husband: "I must burn all my foreign clothes." "Why burn them?" said he. "You need not wear them as long as you please." "As long as I please! Not in this life ..." "Very well, do not wear them for the rest of your life, then.
Even an outrageously good man fails in keeping up his pride of truthfulness before his wife if she be the proper kind of woman. "He insolently stood in the way when Sandip Babu was coming in here," continued Bee. "He said he had orders ..." "Whose orders?" asked Nikhil. "How am I to know?" exclaimed Bee impatiently, her eyes brimming over with mortification.
There was a tremor within my breast as I opened the envelope. There was no address on the letter, only the words: An urgent matter touching the Cause. Sandip. I flung aside the embroidery. I was up on my feet in a moment, giving a touch or two to my hair by the mirror. I kept the sari I had on, changing only my jacket for one of my jackets had its associations.
At first I suspected nothing, feared nothing; I simply felt dedicated to my country. What a stupendous joy there was in this unquestioning surrender. Verily had I realized how, in thoroughness of self-destruction, man can find supreme bliss. For aught I know, this frenzy of mine might have come to a gradual, natural end. But Sandip Babu would not have it so, he would insist on revealing himself.
Bimala had been longing with all her heart that I, Sandip, should demand of her some great sacrifice should call her to her death. How else could she be happy? Had she not waited all these weary years only for an opportunity to weep out her heart so satiated was she with the monotony of her placid happiness?
I went straight from my sister-in-law's room to the sitting-room outside, and sent for Amulya. With him Sandip came along too. I was in a great hurry, and said to Sandip: "If you don't mind, I want to have a word or two with Amulya. Would you..." Sandip smiled a wry smile. "So Amulya and I are separate in your eyes?
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