Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
The position she had chosen was the best for the purpose of overhearing
all that passed in Ananda's room. Only twenty-four hours before, she
had entered it with confidence, and sought for consolation in her
distress at the loss of her child. His love and his pity were poured
out upon her. His kisses were still warm upon her lips. She seemed to
hear the words of joy and love that he breathed in her ear as he held
her to him. She thrilled again when she recalled all that he had
promised of the future that should be theirs, if she would take her
courage in her hands and come away with him--future love, future
happiness, future maternity, all might be secured if only she would be
brave. In British territory his rights would be recognised--how
hopefully he spoke!--he could earn enough to keep them both. She would
be a happy wife, her own mistress, with no aunt to bully and tyrannise;
and if the good God willed it, she would also be a happy mother again.
As he pleaded she forgot his broken caste, his disgrace, his
excommunication. A new and great love blossomed out of the old,
bestowing upon her both courage and faith. She would go with him--oh,
so gladly! she whispered. What had she to live for now but her lord,
her husband! The grip of his arms told her how he appreciated her
devotion.
Then came the sudden ending to their dreams. That golden future which
was to begin then and there was shattered; and punishment, dread bodily
punishment, was to be meted out to the one human being left for her to
love.
Her train of thought was disturbed by voices. Her uncle's dominated
the rest. It was loud and overbearing, and it seemed to increase in
acrimony as he talked. Ananda's replies were given temperately yet
firmly. Apparently angry tones and open insults had no power to raise
fear or wrath. He presented a firm front, growing, if anything, calmer
as the other became more excited. The older man would have found his
task easier if his nephew had lost his temper, and become abusive and
violent.
Again and again Sooba demanded recantation. Each demand was met with a
firm refusal, given patiently and without faltering. Threats and
blustering commands produced no effect, and so far the victory lay with
the younger man. That his uncle was fast losing control of himself was
evident by his lapse now and then into a veritable scream of rage.
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