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. CHAPTER XXVI

"And then?" asked Kamala eagerly; she had been fol- lowing the story with bated breath.

"I only know that much; I don't know any more. Tell me yourself what you think happened in the end."

Kamala. "No, no, that's not fair. You must tell me the rest."

"Honour bright, Kamala, I'm telling you the truth! Only the first volume of the book from which I got that tale has been published so far, and I've no idea when the next volume will be out."

"Well, you're very mean; it was too bad of you!" cried Kamala in vexation.

Ramesh. "It's the author you should be angry with. . . . I only want to ask you this: What was Chet Singh to do with Chandra ?"

Kamala thought for a long time with her eyes on the river.

"I don't know what he could do; I can't think at all," she said at last. Ramesh paused for a minute, then went on, "Should Chet Singh tell Chandra every- thing?"

"What funny things you say! If he didn't tell her there would be an awful muddle; it would be simply horrid ! Much better to tell the truth."

"Much better," repeated Ramesh mechanically; he went on again after a short pause: "Well, Kamala, suppose --"

Kamala "Suppose what?"

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