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Towards evening the storm grew steadily worse. What with the lashing of the rain, the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning, it was like war between gods and demons in the sky. Great black clouds rolled hither and thither like banners proclaiming world-destruction; rebellious waves danced across the river, crashing on the shore; huge trees in the garden groaned as their branches heaved and thrashed to right and left.

Meanwhile in a bungalow in Chandernagore, in a shuttered room lit only by an oil-lamp, a husband and wife sat on bedding spread out on the floor by a bed and talked. "In a little while," Sharat Babu was saying, "you'll be quite recovered, and we can go back home." "I'm better already,” said Kiranmayi. "It won't hurt me to go home now."

Any married person will know that the conversation was not actually so brief. The question was simple, but the argument to and fro fell short of a solution. It spun faster and faster like a boat without oars, till it seemed in danger of sinking in floods of tears. "Does the doctor know everything?" said Kiran. "You must know," said Sharat, "that this is the season back home in which it's easy to catch infections. You should wait for another month or so."