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Do not grow impatient, King of Kalinga—sweet are the fruits of delay.

If I were sure of the fruit I could have endured it. It is because my hopes of tasting the fruit are extremely precarious that my eagerness to have a sight of her breaks through all bounds.

But you are young still—abandoned hope comes back to you again and again like a shameless woman at your age: we, however, have long passed that stage.

Kanchi, did you feel as if something shook your seat just now? Is it an earthquake?