Caste by W. A. Fraser
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page 87 of 259 (33%)
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costly! Are you a princess in disguise?"
"No, Sahib, but one brought me many bottles of it, the slim, long bottles like a finger; and a drop of it lasts for a moon." "Ah, I see," and Barlow smiled; "you have for lover a raja, the one who brought the attar." The figure in the cloak shivered again, but the girl said nothing. And Barlow, rather to hear her voice, for it was sweet like flute music, chaffed: "What is he like, the one that you love? A swaggering tall black-whiskered Rajput, no doubt, with a purple vest embroidered in gold, clanking with _tulwar_, and a voice like a Brahmini bull--full of demand." The slim arms about his waist tightened a little--that was all. "Confess, Gulab, it will pass the time; a love story is sweet, and Brahm, who creates all things, creates flowers beautiful and sweet to stir love," and he shook the small body reassuringly. "Sahib, when a girl dances before the great ones to please, it is permitted that she may play at being a princess to win the favour of a raja, and sing the love song to the music of the _sitar_ (guitar), but it is a matter of shame to speak it alone to the Presence." "Tell me, Gulab," and his strong fingers swept the smooth black hair. The girl unclasped her arms from about Barlow's waist and led his finger to a harsh iron bracelet upon her arm. |
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