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 Reboti.  How very extravagant are my daughter's desires! She said once, "Give me a flower garland at the time of Semonton". What is that countenance now become? What shall I do? Oh, Oh! Oh, oh! (Places her mouth on the mouth of her daughter) Ah! my Khetro of gold is become a piece of charcoal. Where are the pupils of the eye? See, see.

Sadhu.  Khetromany; Khetromany; open your eyes fully my daughter.

Khetro.  My mother! My father! Ah! it is an axe; (turns on the other side).

Reboti.  Let me take her on my lap; she will remain quiet there. (Comes to take her on her lap).

Sadhu.  Do not take her up; she will faint.

Reboti.  Am I so very unfortunate! Ah! Ah! My Harana is as Kartika on his peacock. How can I forget him? Dear me! My Siva! (My son!)

Sadhu.  Ray Churn is gone a long time ago; he is not yet come.

Reboti.  Our eldest Babu preserved her from the grasp of the tiger. Oh! what a kick did that son of a barren woman give on Khetro's belly! There was a miscarriage, and since then my child has been dying minutely. Ah, ha! my grandson was born—a lump of blood—yet it had developed all features—even those tiny fingers, oh! The young Saheb killed my daughter, and the elder one killed the eldest Babu. Ah! Ah! There is no one to preserve the poor.

Sadhu.  What virtuous actions have I done, that I shall see the face of my grand-child?