I was fair once . Laughest thou ? Once , long ago , if thou canst believe , a Sahib looked on me with favour . Once , long ago , I wore European clothes at the Mission-house yonder . ' She pointed towards Kotgarh . ` Once , long ago . I was Ker-lis-ti-an and spoke English -- as the Sahibs speak it . Yes . My Sahib said he would return and wed me -- yes , wed me . He went away -- I had nursed him when he was sick -- but he never returned . Then I saw that the Gods of the Kerlistians lied , and I went back to my own people ... I have never set eyes on a Sahib since . -LRB- Do not laugh at me . The fit is past , little priestling . -RRB- Thy face and thy walk and thy fashion of speech put me in mind of my Sahib , though thou art only a wandering mendicant to whom I give a dole . Curse me ? Thou canst neither curse nor bless ! ' She set her hands on her hips and laughed bitterly . ` Thy Gods are lies ; thy works are lies ; thy words are lies . There are no Gods under all the Heavens . I know it ... But for awhile I thought it was my Sahib come back , and he was my God .
Yes , once I made music on a pianno in the Mission-house at XXXXX .
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