Cruel! what harm you have done.
You have no business waking in the night; go to sleep.

Kunda Nandini is dying; let her die!--she would gladly do so to save you a headache.

Now the lightened window has become dark.

Looking--looking--wiping her eyes, Kunda Nandini arose and took the path before her.

The ghost-like shrubs, murmuring, asked, "Whither goest thou ?" the fan palms rustled, "Whither dost thou go ?" the owl's deep voice asked the same question.