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 to the side of the Ganges " (weeps). Nobin says, "Mother, call on Bhagavati. I must return home having gained my object and bring him also." Ah! the face of my son, like unto that of gold, is blackened; what great troubles for the collection of money! Wandering about without rest, his brain is become like a whirlpool. Lest I give away the ornaments of the Bous, my son encourages me, saying, "My mother, what want of money? What large sum will be necessary for this case?" How did my child grieve, when my ornaments were given in mortgage for our suit on small portions of land, said "as soon as I get a small sum of money, I shall immediately bring back the ornaments". My son has courage in his tongue, and tears in his eyes. My dear Nobin, in this heat of the sun, went to Indrabad; and I, a great sinner, remained confined in my room. Is this the life thy mother should spend?

Soirindri.  Mother, it is now too late. Now bathe. It is our unfortunate destiny: else, why shall such an occurrence come to pass?

Sabitri.  (With tears) No my daughter, as long as my Nobin does not return, I shall never give rice and water to my body. Who shall serve food to my son?

Soirindri. His brother has a lodging house there, and they have a Brahmin cook; there will be no disturbance. You had better come and bathe.

Young Bou, you had better rub the oil on her body, and make her bathe, and bring her to the cook-room. Let me go to prepare the place. (Exit Soirindri