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 He stood there, alone and miserable, until the night closed around him. Bitter thoughts came to him as he stood in the darkness. He, the proud heir of an ancient house, had acted like a madman, and forfeited the esteem of her he loved. Sirish, a humble dependant, had forgiven him nobly and had won the sweet Hemlata. Was this a forecast of his life?