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sit by his pillow; he's dropping into slumber. Blow out the oil-lamp. Only let the star-light stream in. Hush, he slumbers.
Madhav [Addressing Gaffer]
What are you standing there for like a statue, folding your palms. I am nervous. Say, are they good omens? Why are they darkening the room? How will star-light help?
Gaffer
Silence, unbeliever.
[Svdha enters]
Sudha
Amal!
Physician
He's asleep.
