can't be, Rohini, whatever money you want, I will give you."
Rohini. "A lakh of rupees would not suffice. What you said you would give is what I want."
Hara. "That can't be. If I commit a forgery, or steal, I do it for my own rights. You have committed a theft, but to benefit whom?"
Rohini's countenance fell at these words. She remained with downcast eyes.
Hara. "Whatever I have become, I am Krishna Kanta's son. The person who has committed a theft I can never make my wife."
Rohini, suddenly rising, threw back the covering from her face, and, looking straight at Hara Lâl, said, "I am a thief! You a saint! Who told me to steal? Who bribed me to do it? Who was it deceived me, seeing I was but a simple woman? The greatest of swindles, the falsest of lies, which the commonest rustic would not have deigned to utter, you, the son of Krishna Kanta Râi, have been guilty of. Alas! alas! I unworthy of you! Never unfortunate woman met so base a swindler as you are! Were
