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Oneme to one of the wharves,upon the flags by the water's edge The ordinary bayadere is so common an object in India as to attract but little notice fro from the chaste beauty of her movements, was of a very different type As my curiosity drew me nearer to her she turned her face toward h reat passion of my life

I do not attempt to describe her ineffable loveliness, for, like the beauty of a flower, it was incapable of analysis Nothing that I could write would give you any adequate idea of this girl's seraphic face, for she was like unto no one you have ever seen in this cold Western world I watched in a wild, nervous transport, I know not how long--time and space had no part in this new ecstasy of --only feel,--feel the hot blood delugetorrents upon my heart with a pain that was exquisite pleasure

Suddenly she changed her step and executed a quick backwardjust as her heels touched the curb at the edge of the wharf; then forward, and again a quick return to the backward movement, but this time she mistook the distance, her heels struck the curb forcibly, and she was precipitated backward into the water For a moment I stood as one petrified, unable to reason, much less to act; then the excited voices of the crowd recalledfor her to corasp it The wall from which she had fallen must have been at least fifteen feet above the water, which was littered with broken spars, pieces of timber, and other odd bits of wood It seemed as if she would never coth she did, she did not attempt to seize the rope thrown to her, but sank without a movement The truth flashed upon ainst soin after her, taking good care to avoid obstructions, and although, as you know, I never learned to swiether I bore her inher upon a bale of cotton, used such restoratives as could be quickly procured