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at that time contemplating a face, with his eyes fixed above. We cannot say whose face it was, but it was a very lovely face with black and fragrant curls dropping loosely on long eyelashes that went close up to the ears. The little brow between them was immersed in the darksome shade of death, as though death and its conqueror were fighting on it. The eyes were shut, the eye-lashes steady, the lips blue, cheeks pale, the nose cold, and the wind playing with her clothes. Then somehow the grace of life slowly spread itself on the dead body just as the moon hid by autumn clouds Iits up the clouds and slowly unfolds her charm ; or as the morning sun slowly gilds the waving clouds one after another till it itself bursts out in its glory lights the world and cheers up land and water. Oh, what beauty, thought Bhavananda. He was engaged in this thought and did not speak. Hi's heart was stung by Kalyani's charms, so he did not look on Santi's charms. Santi then went on to another room and asked " Whose room in this ? "* " Jivananda Thakur's." " Who is that ? Why, there is no one here." " He must have gone somewhere and will be coming back presently." " This is the best room." " But you can't have it." " Why not ? M " Jivananda Thakur stays here." " Well, he may look out another room for himself."