| editor, The Modern Review, Volume 10, Number 5… (1911)
“ The Naib came again, took the dust of the Brahmin's feet, and departed. The Brahmin regretfully thought that it was he who had brought peril on the poor servant-girl by giving shelter to her. A great anguish, like a sharp javelin, stuck to his mind. The young folks of the house counselled their old father again that they should rather sell off all their lands and migrate to Calcutta, for there might be more dangers in store for them. Harihar said, "Whatever betide, I will in no wise quit my ancestral homestead; misfortunes may come anywhere if ordained by Fate." ”
