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 But the Brahmin was old and of reverend aspect. I followed him.

I spent that night in the Brahmin's house, and was glad of a little repose after two days of terror and agitation. When I arose in the morning, I found that all my limbs ached. My feet were wofullywoefully [sic] swollen. I had not strength to sit up.

So long as I was in this weak state, I was compelled to stay in the Brahmin's house. He and his good wife were very kind to me, but I could not think of any means of arriving at Mahespur. None of the women knew the way, nor was any of them ready to be my guide. Many of the men were willing enough, but I was afraid to go alone with men, nor would the old Brahmin have allowed me to accompany them. He took me aside and said, "These are low fellows. Do not trust them. I dare not tell you what they meditate. I cannot, as a respectable Brahmin, allow you to go with such people." So I desisted. One day, I happened to hear that a gentleman named Krishnadas Basu