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 Second.   The stroke on the head appears fatal. What ill-fated accident! There was no probability of a quarrel on this day; or else, many of the ryots would have been present.

Sadhu.  Two hundred ryots with clubs in their hands are crying aloud, "Strike off," "Strike off," and are weeping with these words in their mouths: "Ah! eldest Babu! Ah! eldest Babu!" I told them to go to their own houses, since if the Saheb get the least excuse, he will, on account of the pain in his nose, burn the whole village.

Physician.  Now, wash the head and apply turpentine to it; in the evening, I shall come again and try some other means. To make noise in a sick person's room is to increase his disease; so, let there be no noise here. (Exit the Physician, Sadhu Churn and the relatives in one way, and Aduri, the other; Soirindri sits down).

Khetro.  Sweep over my bed; mother, sweep over my bed!

Reboti.  My dear, dear daughter, why art thou doing so; I have swept on the bed, there is nothing then on the coat of shreds. I have placed another which your aunt gave.

Khetro.  Thorns are pinching me, I die; I die; oh! turn me to my father's side.

Sadhu.  (Silently turning her to the other side. To himself). This agony is the presage to death. (Openly) Daughter, thou art the precious jewel of this poor man; my daughter, take a little food. I have brought some pomegranates from Indrabad, and also the ornamented shari but you did not at all express your pleasure when you saw that.