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Rh over the bright waves of the river. Ravana stood for awhile looking at his victim, as she sat weeping and musing over the unknown cry; but soon he approached, saying, (we quote the metrical translation here,)

Even a lady alone is not supposed to be necessarily alarmed at meeting “a holy Brahmin,” and the fiend's disguise was so complete that only a temporary flush of excitement followed his sudden address. So the poet continues: