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 "Who are you?"

Lawrence Foster could feel that there was now no escape for him. He thought within himself, "So long I have only brought disgrace to my race and nationality—to-day I will die like an Englishman." He said to the Nawab,

"My name is Lawrence Foster."

Nawab. To what nationality do you belong?

Foster. I am an Englishman.

Nawab. Then you are my enemy—why did you come to my camp?

Foster. I have no explanation to give—I am now in your hands and you can inflict on me any punishment you like. You need not ask me why I came here—if you do so, you will have no answer from me.

The Nawab instead of being angry, laughed aloud and said,

"Well, I see you are fearless. Will you tell me the truth?"

Foster. Englishmen never tell lies.

Nawab. Is it? All right, we will see that now. Who was telling me that Chandra Shekhar is here? Get him before me if he is come.

Mahammad Irfan brought Chandra Shekhar