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Tagore, Rabindranath, 1861-1941

"The Hungry Stones and Other Stories"

I sent
my maid to fetch him to my room. I met him at the door of the inner
apartment, and put some money into his hand.
"Please take this from me," said I, "for your little grand-daughter, and
get a trustworthy doctor to look after her. And-pray for my husband."
But the whole of that day I could take no food at all. In the
afternoon, when my husband got up from sleep, he asked me: "Why do you
look so pale?"
I was about to say, as I used to do in the past: "Oh! It's nothing ";
but those days of deception were over, and I spoke to him plainly.
"I have been hesitating," I said, "for days together to tell you
something. It has been hard to think out what exactly it was I wanted
to say. Even now I may not be able to explain what I had in my mind.
But I am sure you know what has happened. Our lives have drifted
apart."
My husband laughed in a forced manner, and said: "Change is the law of
nature."
I said to him: "I know that. But there are some things that are
eternal."
Then he became serious.
"There are many women," said he, "who have a real cause for sorrow.


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