Francis Bradley Bradley-Birt

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Francis Bradley Bradley-Birt Bengal Fairy Tales (1920)

Oh, my dear, dear husband! to you I gave my hand, when you were only twelve days old, with death staring you in the face. I revived you through the blessing of the gods, fed you with tiger's milk, and brought you up, as your position required. Now I see you happy. May your happiness be everlasting. I pray for your father too, but only because he is your father. I love the girl beside you. May God give you both long life and prosperity.
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Francis Bradley Bradley-Birt Bengal Fairy Tales (1920)

The malini, noticing the change, ran towards the garden with great delight, and was greatly surprised to find the strangers seated under a tree. She thus addressed Malanchamala—"O Mother! who are you? a human being, a goddess, or a peri?"
"I am neither a goddess nor a peri, but a houseless girl, wandering about with this dear boy," replied Malancha sadly.
"Come into my house," cried the malini, full of sympathy. "This is not a fit place for you. I had a sister's daughter, who has left me these twelve years.
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Francis Bradley Bradley-Birt Bengal Fairy Tales (1920)

The last duty she thought of performing for her parents and the other inmates of the palace was to cook the best dishes for them, and to serve them with her own hands; and her mother, unable to divine her motive, attributed her self-denial to a childish freak, and permitted her to act in her own way. She had finished cooking and serving the meal, when she heard her lover's flute, as if saying:—
"O princess! how long wilt thou be sleeping? It is midnight, hasten or the morning star will rise, and our plans be foiled."
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