CHAPTER V.
See how slowly the slender-streamed Chitrâ floweth onward, its banks adorned with a forest of fig, kâdamba, mango, date, and other trees, from which comes the song of the cuckoo, the dayal and pâpiyâ. There is no village near. About two miles away stands a small bazar named Prasâdpur. Here, at some former time, some indigo factor, seeing the loneliness of the place and thinking it one where deeds of violence might be done with impunity, had built a factory. Now the factor and his wealth had gone to destruction, and all his underlings were enjoying the fruits of their works, according to their deserts, in another world. A native of Bengal had bought the beautiful deserted dwelling standing in spacious grounds, and had furnished it handsomely. Flowers. statues, seats, mirrors, pictures adorned the house. We enter the fine hall
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