Piari
It was eight o'clock when I reached our encampment. As I passed Piari's vacant tent and noticed the scattered remnants of things that lay about it, a futile feeling of desolation rose in my heart. I turned my face away and entered my tent.
Purushottam, one of the servants, said, 'You went out very early, sir, for your walk.'
I did not care to reply and, flinging myself on my bed, closed my eyes.
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