human
Thou hast had powerful friends, Tara, said the Brahmun bitterly, and with a scornful sneer--
gpt
The holy Moorlee of the goddess forgot her faith and her vow among the cow-slaying infidels; and the Mother hath sent me to bring her back from her dainty lover, who rides in cloth-of-gold and bright armour, said Gunga, with another mock reverence.
human
Art thou ready, O Moorlee of Toolja Máta? ready to be such as I am, in her service? Come! there is thy master and mine; be content that thou art saved the sin of faithlessness to her. Didst thou think she--the Mother, continued the girl, advancing a step at each word till she was close to Tara, who shrank from her--
gpt
Silence! cried Tara panting, as these bitter words stung her to the quick.
human
Silence! thou art shameless, Gunga. O, what have I ever done to harm thee, that thou hast such bitter enmity to me?
gpt
Thou art beautiful, and I hate thee for that. I hated thee long ago, before thou wast a Moorlee, she replied.
human
He loved me once, that Moro Trimmul there; now he cries, 'Tara! Tara!' all day long, like a sick child, and will not look on me. Thou wilt hate me because I have taken thee from thy beautiful lover; but, O Tara, more deeply do I hate thee for taking mine from me. Look, he gave me this gold zone. It is as heavy as thine--heavier. That is all I have left--that is all. He will give thee another, by-and-by; not now, but when he has done with thee. Enough! Take her away, Moro Trimmul. I have done thy bidding, and earned the gold. Take her away--far away--ere I repent of this, the worst work of my life, and join her against thee. Go!
gpt
Gunga! Gunga! go not, cried Tara, seizing her dress.
human
There is pity in thy heart, let it come out to me. O, leave me not to him, by your mother, by your----
gpt
Come, cried Moro Trimmul fiercely, casting his arm about her.
human
This is child's play, come.... Nay, Tara, gently, and it were better for thee--else I will strike thee, he said, under his breath, but with a terrible distinctness, as she struggled violently, shrieking as she did so.
gpt
Gunga! the shawl. Quick, girl--lest she be heard without. Quick! Bar the outer door.