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 towards Birnagar which now devolve on thee and on me."

These words were like an inspiration and solace to the agonised Hemlata, and the weak woman drew strength from the strong, upright man. She wiped her tears and looked up to that noble, determined face. She could almost have fallen down in adoration before that god-like form.

"Yes, Hemlata, Heaven will preserve the life of the brave, disinherited Noren, and I have my duty to perform. Thou alone canst help me in this, for thou hast known and loved Noren long, and Noren has cherished thee like a sister and will not gainsay thy words. We go to Mathura with thy mother, and thou shalt meet Noren there. I claim thy duty as a wife, Hemlata, and Noren claims thy love as a brother. Promise me, Hemlata, thou shalt do thy part; promise me thou wilt bring him back."

"I know my duty, husband," spoke Hemlata in a firm, clear voice which rang through the silent chamber, "and Heaven will help me to do my duty as a true wife to thee—as a true sister to Noren."