"Will you allow me to tell you something in whispers? I will not say anything objectionable."
Pratap was taken by surprise. He said,
"How is it, did you then feign insanity?"
Shaibalini. Yes, now it will look like that—since I left my bed this morning, I have been feeling quite myself. Did I really become mad?
Pratap's countenance flashed with joy. Shaibalini could perceive his feelings and she at once whispered into his ears, in an eager manner,
"Keep quiet, don't say anything now. I myself will tell every thing—I only await your permission."
Pratap. Why should you at all need my permission?
Shaibalini. If my husband takes me back, will it be proper for me to participate in his love and affection without making a confession of my sins, before him?
Pratap. What do you want to do?
Shaibalini. I want to tell him every thing regarding my past and crave his forgiveness.
Pratap thought for a while and then said,
"All right, you may tell him every thing. I wish and pray that you may be happy this time."
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