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Hitherto Bhabatosh had been unable to solve this problem. He now said—"What girl was it that I saw?"
"She was the daughter of the village oilman. It served you right." ***** And there even came a day when, before the post was quite due, Bhabatosh would be standing in the street at the door of the "mess-house" to take his letters from the Postman.
