Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay

Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay

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Portrait of Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Kopal-Kundala (1885)

After a little Nobokumar asked, "What else do you want to say?" Lutufonissa made no reply—she was silently weeping.
Nobokumar seeing this, got up. Lutufonissa seized his cloth. Nobokumar said in a tone of slight vexation, "Why don't you speak?"
Lutufonissa said, "What do you want? Is there nothing you desire in the whole world? Wealth, prosperity, honour, love, pleasure, sport,—all that the world calls happiness I will give you. I ask for nothing in return; I only desire to be your slave; to be your wife, I ask not for such greatness,—only your slave!"
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Portrait of Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Kopal-Kundala (1885)

Like the river-water in Bhadro, her wealth of beauty was surging and overflowing. More than her colour, more than her eyes, more than all was the flashing fascination of that beauty. Her whole frame was constantly quivering with the weight of her ripe youth, as, when there is no breeze, a river quivers in the young autumn; and this quivering changefulness each moment added a fresh lustre to her beauty. Nobokumar was steadily gazing at this ever-fresh beauty.
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Portrait of Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay Kopal-Kundala (1885)

The abundance of her curly tresses prevented the whole of her face from being seen; nevertheless it could be seen like the moon's rays bursting forth from a cleft in the clouds. The glance from her large eyes was very steady, very sweet, intensely deep, and full of light. That glance was tender and bright like the moon's rays playing on the heart of the sea. Her heaps of hair had covered her shoulders and arms; the former were quite invisible, but the marble brilliancy of her arms could be seen a little. The girl's body was entirely devoid of ornaments.
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