“Oh, Zeemit, save me! save me!”
But Zeemit shook her off, as it seemed, savagely; and with an Indian grunt of contempt, said—
“As well might you appeal to the stones. Zeemit knows no pity for the Feringhee woman.”
With a wail of pain, wrung from a heart filled almost to bursting, Flora sank to the floor; and Jewan’s joy found vent in loud laughter.
CHAPTER XVI. A DEADLY STRIFE.
“Your arrival is well-timed,” said Jewan, turning to Zeemit.
“I see that it is so,” she answered. “I soon discovered in Delhi that you had left, and I determined to follow you, for poor old Zeemit is alone in the world now. I was lucky in meeting with Wanna. Some years ago I was in Cawnpore, and I knew her then. When she learnt that I had followed you, she lost no time in conducting me here.”