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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.
Though not my own mother's child, yet the dear lad is brother to me; for mother is mother all the world over. With his guileless face, his gentle eyes, his innocent youth, he looked at me. And I, a woman of his mother's sex how could I hand him poison, just because he asked for it? "The money, Queen!" Sandip's insolent demand rang in my ears.
It was vacation time, and many youths of our village and its neighbourhood had come home from their schools and colleges. They attached themselves to Sandip's leadership with enthusiasm, and some, in their excess of zeal, gave up their studies altogether. Many of the boys had been free pupils of my school here, and some held college scholarships from me in Calcutta.
Let God's punishment fall on me, the thief, if only Amulya be safe. The change in my countenance roused Sandip's scorn. "So pleased, Queen!" sneered he. "Are these jewels so very precious? How then did you bring yourself to offer them to the Goddess? Your gift was actually made. Would you now take it back?" Pride dies hard and raises its fangs to the last.
To hear Sandip's phrases in the mouth of this mere boy staggered me. So delightfully, lovably immature was he of that age when the good may still be believed in as good, of that age when one really lives and grows. The Mother in me awoke. For myself there was no longer good or bad only death, beautiful alluring death.
It will, however, be difficult to explain to Bimala today that Sandip's love of country is but a different phase of his covetous self-love. Bimala's hero-worship of Sandip makes me hesitate all the more to talk to her about him, lest some touch of jealousy may lead me unwittingly into exaggeration. It may be that the pain at my heart is already making me see a distorted picture of Sandip.
The weapon of his which rouses up life smites it again to death. He has the unfailing quiver of the gods, but the shafts in them are of the demons. Sandip's handkerchief was not large enough to hold all the coins. "Queen," he asked, "can you give me another?" When I gave him mine, he reverently touched his forehead with it, and then suddenly kneeling on the floor he made me an obeisance.
Today it is mine, tomorrow my son's, the next day his creditor's. Since, in fact, money belongs to no one, why should any blame attach to our patriots if, instead of leaving it for some worthless son, they take it for their own use?" When I hear Sandip's words uttered by this boy, I tremble all over.
On the one hand I was eager that my husband should win in argument and that Sandip's pride should be shamed. Yet, on the other, it was Sandip's unabashed pride which attracted me so. It shone like a precious diamond, which knows no diffidence, and sparkles in the face of the sun itself. I entered the room.
Say Bande Mataram and exorcize the evil spirit. "You know, Sister Rani, the power of Sandip's magic. The gold remained with him. And I spent the whole dark night on the bathing-steps of the lake muttering Bande Mataram. "Then when you gave me your jewels to sell, I went again to Sandip. I could see he was angry with me. But he tried not to show it.
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