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AN UNFINISHED SONG
"Has the tonic I gave you done you any good? How many days"
"I say, come on," shouted my brother-in-law.
Chanchal came and said,
"Are you not coming? We are all waiting for you."
He started like one taken by surprise, hesitated a moment, and then replied, "Am I really making you all wait? It is too bad of me."
He joined the players. Promada remarked, "The doctor is a good man, is he not?"
I did not reply. I was in that happy, melancholy, dreamy state that all convalescents know, when body and mind alike have been wearied by illness and are once more being invigorated by returning health and cheered by the tender care of those who love them.
