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 a beauteous evening fading into the night. To me the supreme fulfilment of desire seemed to have been revealed in a flash and then to have vanished. But who is it that pushes the door?

Ah! it is she. Quiet, my heart! Fear me not, lady! I am a Kshatriya.

Honoured sir, you are my guest. I live in this temple. I know not in what way I can show you hospitality.

Fair lady, the very sight of you is indeed the highest hospitality. If you will not take it amiss I would ask you a question.

You have permission.