arious other matters, with a sprinkling of poetry, both old Vaishnava and modern English, accompanied by a running undertone of melody,

, or why I should have confidential talks with him every now and then. I felt thoroughly vexed with myself, with my sister-i

e felt utterly tasteless. Whatever I touched I wanted to thrust away. I felt myself waiting-from the crown of

and rearranged them in a different way. I found no time that afternoon even to do up my hair; I hurriedly tied it into a loose knot, and went and worried everybody, fussing about the store-room. The stores seemed short,

he passage leading towards the outer apartments, and was standing by a window looking out upon the verandah running along the row of rooms on the opposite side of the quadrangle. One of these rooms, I fel

see that he looked extraordinarily disturbed. The courtyard, the railings, in front, seemed to rouse h

-room, when I found my sister-in-law behind me. "O Lord, this beats everything!"

ut the stores," I flung the keys to her, saying, "Tell Harimati to see to it," and went o

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