human
Thou art welcome, daughter of Vyas Shastree, said the one:
gpt
And that gilded thing is called a widow and a Moorlee! cried the other, with a scornful glance at Tara.
human
O sister, admit her not! Why has she any hair? Why is she more like a bride than a widow?--a harlot rather than a virtuous woman?
gpt
I am a widow and an orphan, returned Tara meekly, sinking down and trembling violently, as she addressed the first speaker.
human
I have been saved from dishonour, lady. O be kind to me! I have no one on earth to protect me now. They are all gone--all--and may God help me!
gpt
Your mother was one of the Durpeys of Wye, was she not? asked the Envoy's wife, whose name was Amba Bye.
human
Do they know of thee?
gpt
I do not know, lady, returned Tara;
human
Her father lately married that wild sister of Moro Trimmul's, and Sukya Bye is sure to know her,
gpt
O, not to her!--not to her! cried Tara passionately--
human
And why not, girl?
gpt
Peace! Pudma Bye, said her brother, now entering, and seeing that his sister's question had caused pain,
human
From Moro Trimmul!
gpt
Yes, from him did I rescue her, sister, else she had fared badly, I fear, returned the Envoy.
human
A violent and wicked man,--who must be brought before the council, to prevent further scandal. But speak, daughter,--thy name?
gpt
Tara.
human
Tara: well, fear not. Amba Bye is strict, but kind. Speak truly, we listen.