CHAPTER II.
"COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE." It was night.

In the ruined house Kunda Nandini sat by her father's corpse.

She called "Father!" No one made reply.

At one moment Kunda thought her father slept, again that he was dead, but she could not bring that thought clearly into her mind.

At length she could no longer call, no longer think.