the place. Now I have no food. Who gives food to a mad woman? Since then I have begged. When well I beg; when the disease presses I stay under a tree. Hearing of your approaching death, I have come to delight myself in seeing you. I give you my blessing, that even hell may find no place for you."
Thus saying, the mad-woman uttered a loud laugh. Alarmed, Debendra moved to the other side of the bed; then Hira danced out of the house, singing the old love-song.
From that time Debendra's bed of death was full of thorns. He died delirious, uttering words of the love-song.
After his death the night-watch heard with a beating heart the familiar strain from the mad-woman in the garden.
The "Poison Tree" is finished. We trust it will yield nectar in many a house.
