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Why, then, did she not seek the water? Haridasi Boisnavi, returning to the garden-house, suddenly became Debendra Babu, and sat down and smoked his huka, drinking brandy freely at intervals until he became intoxicated. Then Surendra entered, sat down by Debendra, and after inquiring after his health, said, "Where have you been to-day again?" "Have you heard of this so soon?" said Debendra.
He alone had been excepted; the other men held him in contempt; but despite his weaknesses, for which he was indeed hardly accountable, Desmond had a real liking for him; and it was an unpleasant thought that, whatever happened to himself, if the plot succeeded, Surendra Nath was doomed. But thinking of this, Desmond saw one ray of hope.
This goddess is now a widow, and lives with the Datta family in that village. I went to see her." "Have you not gone far enough in vice? Are you not satisfied yet, that you wish to ruin that unprotected girl? See, Debendra, you are so sinful, so cruel, so destructive, that we can hardly associate with you any longer." Surendra said this with so much firmness that Debendra was quite stunned.
Another man, a noted runner, formerly a kasid in the employment of the Nawab of the Deccan, was sent in advance to find Surendra Nath's house, give him warning of Desmond's coming, and instruct him to have someone on the lookout for the approach of the enemy, if Diggle were not, indeed, already in possession of the village. The rest pushed on with all speed.
"Speak, brother," said Debendra; "why are you angry to-day? I think the atmosphere of Hembati has corrupted you." Surendra, lending no ear to his evil words, said, "Whose destruction are you seeking to compass by assuming this disguise?" "Do you not know?" was the reply. "Don't you remember the schoolmaster's marriage to a goddess?
The Gujarati seemed overwhelmed by this generosity on the part of a man he had wronged, and for the nonce breaking through his usual morose reserve, he thanked Desmond, awkwardly indeed, but with manifest sincerity. The other men were no less delighted with their good fortune. The sums they received made them rich men for life. None was more elated than Surendra Nath. It happened that Mr.
A few miles farther on they arrived at the larger village of Khulna, where they tied up for the night. Next morning Desmond was wakened by Surendra Nath. "Sahib," he said, "the bibi and the chota bibi are here." "Mrs. Merriman?" "Yes. They arrived last night by boat, and are pursuing their journey today." "I should like to see them before they go. But I'm afraid I am hardly presentable."
"And what do you say, Surendra Nath?" "The key, sahib," whispered the Babu in English; "what of the key?" "Speak in Urdu, Babu," said Desmond quickly. "Don't agree at once." Surendra Nath was quick witted; he perceived that Desmond did not wish the others to suspect that there had been any confidences between them. "I am a coward, the sahib knows," he said in Urdu.
Henry Fielding in particular. At this moment Desmond said no more, but in the dead of night, when all were asleep, he leaned over to the Babu's charpoy and gently nudged him. "Surendra Nath!" he whispered. "Who calls?" returned the Babu. "Listen. Have you yourself ever thought of escaping?" "Peace and quietness, sir. He will hear." "Who?" "The Gujarati, sir Fuzl Khan." "But he doesn't understand.
If they took fright they might stampede and do mischief; in any case they would be in the way, and he resolved to send them all off under charge of such of the drivers as were too timid to remain. He noticed that the Babu was quivering with alarm. "Surendra Nath," he said, "this is no place for you. Slip away quietly; go towards Calcutta; and if you meet Mr.
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