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THE PILGRIM KAMANITA
double bud of the life of eternal love had come into being.
As though with the effort her strength was exhausted, Vasitthi sank into my arms, where, after having pressed yet another lingering farewell kiss upon my lips, she lay to all appearance lifeless.
I put her softly into Medini's arms, mounted my horse, and rode away without once venturing to look round.
