Fate Knocks at the Door - A Novel by Will Levington Comfort
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"Yes," the _Sannyasin_ answered simply, but a moment later, he
shivered, and seemingly divined all that was in the young man's mind, for he added: "You will learn to look _within_ for the woman.... You would not find favor--in finding her without.... It is not for you--the red desire of love!" * * * * * It was during these years in India that Bedient began to put down the thoughts which delighted him during the long rides through the forest; and something of the thrill of his reflections, as he watched old _God-Mother_ from his cliff. He found great delight in this, and his mind was integrated by expression. He recalled many little pictures of the early years--not the actions, but the reflections of action. It was fascinating. He found that his journal would bulk big presently, so he took to polishing as he went along; chose the finest, toughest Indian parchment--and wrote finely as this print--for it was clear to him that he had entered upon what was to prove a life-habit. The letters from Captain Carreras had become more frequent in late years; in fact, there was almost always a letter en route either from Preshbend or Equatoria.... The Captain wanted him to come; stronger and stronger became the call. So far as money was concerned, he had done extraordinarily well. He always wrote of this half-humorously.... At last when Bedient was beginning his seventh year in the Punjab, there came a letter which held a plaint not to be put aside. Bedient was in his thirty-second year; and just at this time old Gobind left his body for a last time beneath the camphor-tree. The young man had sat before him the night before, and the holy man had told him in |
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