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tear off your cloth? I think you bruised yourself. Ah, her body is, as it were, a red lotus; and this one bruise has made the blood to come out with violence. Now, my daughter, I tell you, never move up and down the steps in the dark, in such a manner.


Soirindri.   Now, our young Bou, let us go to the ghat.[1]

Sabitri.   Now, my daughters, while the evening light continues, you two together go and wash yourselves.

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  1. Ghat: a pond which the villagers use for washing, bathing etc.