human
There is no inspiration in that face, said the lady to the priest,--
gpt
She was taken from the Mussulman chief, we hear, said the Brahmun,
human
I fear her not, cried the Ranee, with flashing eyes.
gpt
Who is she, that she dare sit in my presence? Put her out! Away with thee, wench! she continued to Tara,
human
Get up, girl, said Bheemee roughly, as she advanced, followed by several other women--
gpt
Do not touch or hurt her, she said:
human
I fear she is not now in her right mind. If I may take her, I will look after her. Get up, Tara, she whispered in her ear:
gpt
O Mother, I will not leave thee: do with me as thou wilt, even to death!
human
Send for Govind Rao and Wittul Shastree, lady, said the old Brahmun priest, who was sobbing and wiping his eyes:
gpt
Good, replied the Ranee, already softened,