human
Moro Trimmul, by the gods! exclaimed Gopal Singh, who recognized him as the light from the torch fell upon him.
gpt
Ah, Maharaj! he added,
human
Then we are indeed fortunate, friends, said Fazil joyfully;
gpt
My wife, said the Brahmun sullenly;
human
Then thou hast married only lately, Pundit? said Gopal Singh dryly;
gpt
Open the door! release me! release me! cried Tara from within in piteous accents.
human
Let me go! let me go! Ah, sirs, for your mothers' honour, release me!
gpt
Art thou his wife? asked Fazil, dismounting and opening the door of the palankeen;
human
Not so; I am not his wife, cried Tara hastily, disengaging herself from the litter, and throwing herself at Fazil's feet.
gpt
O sir, save me! Noble sir, by your mother's, by your sister's honour, save me from him; he would have carried me away. Nay, I will not rise till you tell me you will take me to my father. O return with me and rescue him, else he will be slain! Come, I will lead ye back; he is a priest of the temple!
human
It cannot be, girl, said Fazil, more disturbed by Tara's beauty, and more agitated than he cared to acknowledge to himself.
gpt
It cannot be till daylight, and no one will touch your father if he be a Brahmun; so sit in the litter and fear not. And thou art not his wife?
human
O no, my lord, said the girl trembling;
gpt
Fear not, said Fazil;
human
he continued to those about him;
gpt
Ah, sir, I will do that beautifully, cried Lukshmun,