it for a day's delight, and like the ruined miser was left
standing in the path of endless regret.

Abandoned by Debendra, as a boy throws away an unripe mango not to his
taste, Hira at first suffered frightfully. It was not only that she
had been cast adrift by Debendra, but that, having been degraded and
wounded by him, she had sunk to so low a position among women. It was
this she found so unendurable. When, in her last interview, embracing
Debendra's feet, she had said, "Do not cast me off!" he had replied,
"It has only been in the hope of obtaining Kunda Nandini that I have
honoured you so long. If you can secure me her society I will continue
to live with you; otherwise not. I have given you the fitting reward
of your pride; now, with the ink of this stain upon you, you may go
home."

Everything seemed dark around Hira in her anger. When her head ceased
to swim she stood in front of Debendra, her brows knitted, her eyes
inflamed, and as with a hundred tongues she gave vent to her temper.
Abuse such as the foulest women use she poured upon him, till he,
losing patience, kicked her out of the pleasure-garden. Hira was a
sinner; Debendra a sinner and a brute.

Thus ended the promise of eternal love.

Hira, thus abused, did not go home. In Govindpur there was a low-caste
doctor who attended only low-caste people. He had no knowledge of
treatment or of drugs; he knew only the poisonous pills by which life
is destroyed. Hira knew that for the preparation of these pills he
kept vegetable, mineral, snake, and other life-destroying poisons.
That night she went to his house, and calling him aside said--

"I am troubled every day by a jackal who eats from my cooking-vessels.
Unless I can kill this jackal I cannot remain here. If I mix some
poison with the rice to-day he will eat it and die. You keep many
poisons; can you sell me one that will instantly destroy life?"

The _Chandal_ (outcast) did not believe the jackal story. He said--

"I have what you want, but I cannot sell it. Should I be known to sell
poison the police would seize me."

"Be not anxious about that," said Hira; "no one shall know that you
have sold it. I will swear to you by my patron deity, and by the
Ganges, if you wish. Give me enough to kill two jackals, and I will
pay you fifty rupees."

The _Chandal_ felt certain that a murder was intended, but he could
not resist the fifty rupees, and consented to sell the poison.

Hira fetched the mone