blow to the miscreant with a stick. The fellow then fell back wounded. The person who now came was quite young, had a devotee's garbs, and had a black deer-skin over the breast This person now said to Kalyani : " You need not fear, do just come with me. Where would you go ? " " To Padachinha." The new-comer started up. " What ! to Padachinha," the stranger exclaimed, and placing a hand on Kalyani's shoulder, gazed with care on her face in the dark. Kalyani shuddered at this touch of what seemed to her a man's hand. She was struck with fear and amazement and her eyes filled with tears. It was not in her power to fly away, for she was stupefied with fear. The new-comer scrutinised her carefully and cried : " ' Hare Murarel I know you, you are the wretch Kalyani." Kalyani was frightened. "Who are you?," she asked. " I am the slave of your slaves," said the new-comer. " O beauty, do thou look on me with favour." Kalyani rushed away from the spot and said, burning with rage : " Was it to insult me thus that you saved my life ? I see you wear a celebate's garb, but is this the work of one of your order? I am helpless now, or I would have kicked you at your face." The ascetic said : " Oh, you smiling beauty, for a long time have 1 longed for a touch of your buxom person." So saying, the stranger rushed towards Kalyani
