"Sahib," he said, and his voice trembled.
"You are too brave a man to despise her for what she has done, Hari Rām," Gilbert continued. "See, she has come to you in all humility, with children and wealth, so that from henceforth you may live prosperously. Five years is but a little span in a man's life. Lift her up and go home with her and your children; let this hour be as the rising of the sun at the dawn of a new day."
Slowly, as a man feeling his way, Hari Rām stretched out his hand, and lo! it rested on the head of his eldest born. A smile crept over the stern features.
"You speak as a god, sahib," he said. "The evil day has surely passed away; she was right, it is good to live."
[A JUNGLE DRAMA]
By GEO. MANVILLE FENN
CHAPTER I