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and then I come to master and lie say, ' You not 

 Eamasawmy,' and not know me." By this time 

 several of my other servants had come up, and I 

 asked them, " Is that Kamasawmy ! " " No, Sahib," 

 they all replied, " maty boy young man ; that," 

 pointing to the mendicant, " an old thief." " If you 

 don't know me," said the individual, " I know you," and 

 he called each by his name. My old butler then ap- 

 peared, and when appealed to, said, " Sahib, he knows 

 us, but we don't know him. But stay," said he, 

 " his wife is still here, I will call her, and if he is 

 Eamasawmy surely she will know him." He was 

 gone some little time, and then returned accompanied 

 by a comely-looking wench, who, with the vanity of 

 her sex, had kept him waiting to adorn her person 

 before appearing before the Lord Sahib ! She was 

 dressed in spotless muslin, and displayed not only 

 various jewels, but a good deal of her charms ! I had 

 often seen her. She was uncommonly well-made, not 

 bad looking and young probably not over fifteen 

 but supposing her to be the wife of one of my 

 retainers, I had not given her a second thought. As 

 she now appeared before me, with a mock modest air, 

 I could not help thinking what a fine animal she wa,s. 

 "Well," said I, "is that Eamasawmy." " Oh, sir," 

 she replied in fair English, and with as she thought 

 many a killing look, " that old man ! old enough to 

 be my grandfather ! " Here the mendicant went off 

 into torrents of abuse in Tamil. She responded, and 

 for five minutes the two railed at and abused each 

 other. " Hold your tongues," said I ; "I don't want 

 all this talk, Is that Eamasawmy or not ? " Here a 

 horsekeeper broke in, saying, " Sahib, that very bad 



