Life of My Heart
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ... strained body; but her word had been given, and being a Saxon, she was bound. Pay the money that night she must, whether it cost her breasts or eyes or life, and she was brave--not with the courage of so many people, which arises simply from their ignorance of the dangers around them or want of imagination to paint their horrors, but with the courage that came from a reliance upon herself to be able to meet and conquer the danger. She was not afraid of Hamakhan, because she always trusted in herself to be able to manage him; and if she failed at any time, well, she knew how to die. She had the twenty-rupee note clutched tightly still in her hand. She withdrew herself from his tender, de siring arms, and wound the chudda, like a native, over her face and head. "I am going now," she said, as if it were a settled thing; but her heart beat fast and there was a mist before her eyes, for she was young, and her life was dear, and she knew she had it in her hand. Hamakhan stood hesitating for a minute, the soft, sweet expression still upon his face, then he turned, and she saw with a shiver that he stooped over his knife and picked it up. "If you go, I shall come with you." "My dearest life, do come by all means. Why not?" returned Frances. Hamakhan gave a slight laugh. He saw her eyes follow the blade, and reading her thoughts with a native's quickness, he held it out to her. "Tu ruk,"1 he said; "ruk" he repeated with an excess of tenderness and humility. But Frances, who would have scorned to deprive him of it, and knew that by so doing she would admit a certain fear that would be fatal to her influence over him, drew her chudda a shade tighter round her, looked at him, and laughed, shrugging...
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