I shall be thankful if I can only save my own property" (meaning her husband).
Formerly Nagendra had carefully looked after all his affairs.
One day some hundreds of his _ryots_ came to the _kacheri_, and with joined palms stood at the door.

"Give us justice," they said, "O your highness; we cannot survive the tyranny of the _naib_ (a law officer) and the _gomashta_.

We are being robbed of everything.

If you do not save us, to whom shall we go ?" Nagendra gave orders to drive them away.
Formerly, when one of his _gomashtas_ had beaten a _ryot_ and taken a rupee from him, Nagendra had cut ten rupees from the _gomashta's_ pay and given it to the _ryot_.
Hara Deb Ghosal wrote to Nagendra: "What has happened to you?
I cannot imagine what you are doing.

I receive no letters from you, or, if I do, they contain but two or three lines without any meaning.