At one time she certainly must have had beauty, but she had none now.

Her wet garments were greatly soiled, and torn in a hundred places; her wet, unbound hair was much tangled; her closed eyes deeply sunk.

She breathed, but was not conscious; she seemed near death.
Haro Mani asked: "Who is this?
where did you find her ?" The _Brahmachari_ explained, and added, "I see she is near death, yet if we could but renew the warmth of her body she might live; do as I tell you and let us see." Then Haro Mani, following the _Brahmachari's_ directions, changed the woman's wet clothes for dry garments, and dried her wet hair.

Then lighting a fire, they endeavoured to warm her.
The _Brahmachari_ said: "Probably she has been long without food; if there is milk in the house, give her a little at a time." Haro Mani possessed a cow, and had milk at hand; warming some, she administered it slowly.

After a while the woman opened her eyes; when Haro Mani said, "Where have you come from, mother ?" Reviving, the woman asked, "Where am I ?" The _Brahmachari_ answered, "Finding you dying by the roadside, I brought you hither.