1862, ISBN: 9781130986396

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Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 Excerpt: . . . with that ornament. Is a woman of a good family carried off, when the Bhimalike Svaropur of my father is still in existence At this very moment shall I go, I shall see what manner of injustice this is. The indigo frog can never sit on the white water-lily-like constancy of a woman. (Exit Nobin Madhab. ) Sabitri. --Chastity is the store of gold which is given by providence; it is so valuable that it makes the beggar woman a queen. If you can rescue this jewel before it is soiled, from the hands of the indigo monkey, then shall I say that you have actually answered the purpose of my being your mother. Such injustice I never heard of. Now, Glose Boo, let us go outside. Third Act. Third Scene. --Mr Roses Chamber. Mr Eose sitting. Enter Podi Movrani and Khetromani. Khetra. --My aunt, dont speak of such things to me; I can give up my life, but my chastity never; cut me in pieces, burn me in the fire, throw me into the water, and bury me under ground; but as to touching another man, that can I never do. What will my husband think Podi. --Where is your husband now; and where are you This shall no one know. Within this night, I shall bring you back with, me to your mother. Khetra. --Very well, the husband may not know it, --but God above will know it, and I shall never be able to throw dust in His ej es. Like the fire of the brick-kiln it will still burn within my breast, and the more my husband shall love me for my constancy, the more my soul shall be tortured. Openly or secretly, I never can take the paramour. Podi. --My child, come to the saheb. Whatever you have to say, say to him. To speak to me is like crying in the wilderness. Planter Rose. --To speak to me is throwing pearls at the hogs feet. Ha, ha, ha, we indigo planters, are become the companions of death; c. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<