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| editor,  The Modern Review, Volume 8, Number 3… (1910)

“ And when in the mid-day, the fishermen and the boatmen retired for their meals, when the householders enjoyed their siesta, the birds hushed their singing, the ferry-boats stopped their course, when the noisy world suddenly stopped in the midst of its work and assumed an awful aspect of solitude, then under the great fiery firmament sat silent and face to face, mute Nature and a mute maiden, one under the wide expanse of sunlight, the other under the shade of trees.
Not that Subha had not a number of intimate friends. These were the two cows of the cow-shed—Sharvasi and Panguli.
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| editor,  The Modern Review, Volume 8, Number 3… (1910)

“ No, nothing is impossible in reality. But still Su was born in the house of Banikantha instead of in the royal family of the deserted Patala and could, by no means, astonish Protap, a scion of the Goswami family.
Subha was growing fast. By degrees, she could, as it were, realise her own self. As if, on a certain full-moon night a flood-tide from an unknown sea was filling her innermost self with a new unutterable sense of life.
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| editor,  The Modern Review, Volume 8, Number 3… (1910)

“ Subha had no power of speech, but she had a pair of large, dark, long-lashed eyes, and her delicate lips quivered like tender shoots at the slightest touch of feeling.
The thoughts that we express through the medium of language have to be shaped and moulded to a great extent by our own efforts,—something like the process of translation; it does not always come quite up to the mark, and often we blunder for lack of power. But dark eyes have to translate nothing,—the mind directly casts its image on them
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