CHAPTERS XV. & XVII.
Gobind Lâl immediately dived into the water, lifted up Rohini and laid her on the steps. He could not tell if she still lived; she was senseless, her breathing had ceased. He called to one of the gardeners, and with his assistance bore Rohini to one of the summer houses for the needful attention. So, whether in life or in death, Rohini at length entered Gobind Lâl's house. Other than Bhramar no woman had ever entered that summer house. Like a champak flower battered by wind and rain that lifeless woman's form stretched upon the couch appeared beautiful in the lamplight. The long and massive tresses of her dark black hair lay straightened with the wet, the water dripping from it like rainfall from the clouds. Her eyes were closed, but the beauty of the eyebrows above them was increased by the deeper black caused by the water. Her
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