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The early dawn had given place to the golden sunhght of the Indian morning, but there was still ample shade within certain nooks in the compound of a pleasantlooking two-storied house in one of the leafy roads of Madras. Under an old banyan tree, with its tent-U ke stems turned downwards and its dense canopy of green overhead, stood a dainty breakfast table. Early tea was over. One bamboo chair had already been vacated by its occupant; in the other, sat a young Enghsh lady. Only two months previously Hester Ra5mer had left home a bride. She is happy, I think, was always the remark, accompanied by a sigh, made by her anxious mother, as she passed the closely written pages of the latest letter across the rectory breakfast table to her husband. The young wifes letters gave no untrue expression of her state of feeling, yet there were times when the dream-hke sensation which pervaded her outlook on the new surroundings disturbed her. The spell of the East was strong ;the tropical life, the vivid colouring, the brown-skinned multitudes, the waving palms, all seemed to belong to a bright pageant in which she was only a passing spectator. And now, with the simple sense of duty which had marked the only daughter of the Pinkthorpe Rectory, she was asking herself whether it was right to yield so entirely to the wooing of the magic present.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don’t occur in the book.)
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Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.
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