Should they near the hut in which I have hidden him, see that he is killed.

He is also useless." The majordomo departed with heavy heart.

Ramabai was an honest man; but Durga Ram had spoken.
At the banquet, with its quail and pheasant, its fruits and flowers, its rare plates and its rarer goblets for the light wines high castes permitted themselves occasionally to drink, Ramabai toyed idly with his goblet and thoughtlessly pushed it toward Kathlyn, who sat at his right.
Imbued with a sense of gratitude for Ramabai's patience and kindness and assistance through all her dreadful ordeals, Kathlyn sprang up suddenly, and without looking reached for what she supposed to be her own goblet, but inadvertently her hand came into contact with Ramabai's.

What she had in mind to say was never spoken.
The majordomo stood appalled.

This wonderful white woman over whom the gods watched as they watched the winds and the rains, of whom he had not dared speak to Umballa.