but this was Jitendra’s day for tears. My affectionate farewell to Pratap had been punctuated by stifled sobs from both my companions. The journey once more found Jitendra in a welter of grief. Not for himself this time, but against himself.
“How shallow my trust! My heart has been stone! Never in future shall I doubt God’s protection!”
Midnight was approaching. The two “Cinderellas,” sent forth penniless, entered Ananta’s bedroom. His face,
but this was Jitendra’s day for tears. My affectionate farewell to Pratap had been punctuated by stifled sobs from both my companions. The journey once more found Jitendra in a welter of grief. Not for himself this time, but against himself.
“How shallow my trust! My heart has been stone! Never in future shall I doubt God’s protection!”
Midnight was approaching. The two “Cinderellas,” sent forth penniless, entered Ananta’s bedroom. His face,
