Chapter1
Itbeganin
एक
aWoman’sClubinLondononएक
aFebruaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,और
andamiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,जो
whohadcomedownfromHampsteadtoshopऔर
andhadlunchedatherक्लब
club,tookupTheTimesfromtheमेज
tableinthesmoking-room,andrunningherlistlesseyeनीचे
downtheAgonyColumnsawthis:.ToThose
जो
whoAppreciateWistariaandSunshine.छोटा सा
SmallmediaevalItalianCastleontheshoresoftheMediterraneantobeLetFurnishedfortheमहीने
monthofApril.Necessaryservants
बने हुए
remain.Z,Box1000,TheTimes.
Thatwasits
अवधारणा
conception;yet,asinthe
मामले
caseofmanyanother,theconceiverwasunawareofitatको
themoment.SoentirelyunawarewasMrs.Wilkinsthather
अप्रैल
Aprilforthatyearhadthenऔर
andtherebeensettledforherthatshedroppedtheअखबार
newspaperwithagesturethatwasbothirritatedऔर
andresigned,andwentovertotheखिड़की
windowandstareddrearilyoutatthedrippingसड़क
street.Notforherweremediaevalcastles,eventhosethatare
विशेष
speciallydescribedassmall.Notforhertheshoresin
अप्रैल
ApriloftheMediterranean,andthewistariaऔर
andsunshine.Suchdelightswere
केवल
onlyfortherich.Yetthe
विज्ञापन
advertisementhadbeenaddressedtopersonswhoसराहना
appreciatethesethings,sothatithadbeen,anyhow,addressedभी
tootoher,forsheनिश्चित
certainlyappreciatedthem;morethan
किसी
anybodyknew;morethanshehadevertold.
लेकिन
Butshewaspoor.Inthewhole
दुनिया
worldshepossessedofherveryownकेवल
onlyninetypounds,savedfromसाल
yeartoyear,putbyसावधानीपूर्वक
carefullypoundbypound,outofherकपड़े
dressallowance.Shehadscraped
यह
thissumtogetherattheसुझाव
suggestionofherhusbandasएक
ashieldandrefugeagainstएक
arainyday.Herdress
भत्ता
allowance,givenherbyherपिता
father,was£100ayear,sothatMrs.Wilkins’sclotheswerewhatherपति
husband,urginghertosave,calledविनम्र
modestandbecoming,andherपरिचित
acquaintancetoeachother,whentheyspokeofheratall,whichwasseldomforshewasबहुत
verynegligible,calledaperfectsight.Mr.
Wilkins,
एक
asolicitor,encouragedthrift,exceptthatशाखा
branchofitwhichgotintohisभोजन
food.Hedidnotcallthatthrift,hecalledit
खराब
badhousekeeping.Butforthethrift
जो
which,likemoth,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’sclothesऔर
andspoiltthem,hehadबहुत
muchpraise.“Youneverknow,”he
कहा
said,“whentherewillbeएक
arainyday,andyoumaybeबहुत
verygladtofindyouपास
haveanest-egg.Indeedwe
दोनों
bothmay.”Lookingoutofthe
क्लब
clubwindowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswasएक
aneconomicalclub,butconvenientforHampstead,जहां
whereshelived,andforShoolbred’s,जहां
wheresheshopped—Mrs.Wilkins,havingstoodthere
कुछ
sometimeverydrearily,hermind’sआँख
eyeontheMediterraneaninअप्रैल
April,andthewistaria,andtheenviableopportunitiesoftherich,जबकि
whileherbodilyeyewatchedthereallyextremelyभयानक
horriblesootyrainfallingsteadilyonthehurryingumbrellasऔर
andsplashingomnibuses,suddenlywonderedकि
whetherperhapsthiswasnottheबरसात
rainydayMellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadsooftenencouragedhertopreparefor,और
andwhethertogetoutofsuchaclimateऔर
andintothesmallmediaevalcastlewasn’tशायद
perhapswhatProvidencehadallalongintendedhertoकी
dowithhersavings.Partofhersavings,ofcourse;
शायद
perhapsquiteasmallpart.The
महल
castle,beingmediaeval,mightalsobedilapidated,और
anddilapidationsweresurelycheap.Shewouldn’tin
को
theleastmindafewofthem,क्योंकि
becauseyoudidn’tpayfordilapidationswhichwereपहले
alreadythere;onthecontrary—byreducingthe
कीमत
priceyouhadtopaytheyवास्तव
reallypaidyou.Butwhatnonsenseto
सोचना
thinkofit...Sheturnedawayfromthe
खिड़की
windowwiththesamegestureofmingledirritationऔर
andresignationwithwhichshehadlaiddownTheTimes,और
andcrossedtheroomtowardsthedoorसाथ
withtheintentionofgettinghermackintoshऔर
andumbrellaandfightingherरास्ता
wayintooneoftheovercrowdedomnibusesऔर
andgoingtoShoolbred’sonherरास्ता
wayhomeandbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwasमुश्किल
difficultwithfishandlikedकेवल
onlysoles,exceptsalmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,aमहिला
womansheknewbysightasभी
alsolivinginHampsteadandbelongingtotheक्लब
club,sittingatthetableintheबीच
middleoftheroomonwhichthenewspapersऔर
andmagazineswerekept,absorbed,inherturn,inthefirstpageofTheTimes.Mrs.
WilkinshadneveryetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,
जो
whobelongedtooneoftheविभिन्न
variouschurchsets,andwhoanalysed,classified,dividedऔर
andregisteredthepoor;whereasshe
और
andMellersh,whentheydidgoबाहर
out,wenttothepartiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampsteadtherewereकई
many.Mellershhadasisterwhohadmarriedoneofthem
और
andlivedupontheहीथ
Heath,andbecauseofthisगठबंधन
allianceMrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoaसर्कल
circlewhichwashighlyunnaturaltoउसके
her,andshehadlearnedtodreadpictures.Shehadto
कहना
saythingsaboutthem,andshedidn’tपता
knowwhattosay.Sheusedtomurmur,“Marvellous,”
और
andfeelthatitwasnotपर्याप्त
enough.Butnobodyminded.
Nobodylistened.
Nobodytook
किसी
anynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.Shewasthe
तरह
kindofpersonwhoisnotnoticedatparties.Her
कपड़े
clothes,infestedbythrift,madeherव्यावहारिक
practicallyinvisible;herfacewasnon-arresting;
her
बातचीत
conversationwasreluctant;shewas
शर्मीली
shy.Andifone’sclothes
और
andfaceandconversationareसभी
allnegligible,thoughtMrs.Wilkins,whorecognisedherdisabilities,क्या
what,atparties,isthereleftofएक
one?Alsoshewasalways
साथ
withWilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-lookingआदमी
man,whogaveaparty,केवल
merelybycomingtoit,एक
agreatair.Wilkinswas
बहुत
veryrespectable.Hewasknowntobe
अत्यधिक
highlythoughtofbyhisवरिष्ठ
seniorpartners.Hissister’scircleadmiredhim.
Hepronouncedadequately
बुद्धिमान
intelligentjudgmentsonartandartists.Hewaspithy;
hewasprudent;
heneversaid
एक
awordtoomuch,nor,ontheotherओर
hand,didheeversayएक
awordtoolittle.Heproducedthe
धारणा
impressionofkeepingcopiesofeverythinghesaid;और
andhewassoobviouslyविश्वसनीय
reliablethatitoftenhappenedthatpeoplewhomethimatइन
thesepartiesbecamediscontentedwiththeirownsolicitors,और
andafteraperiodofबेचैनी
restlessnessextricatedthemselvesandwenttoWilkins.स्वाभाविक
NaturallyMrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.“She,”
कहा
saidhissister,withsomethingherselfoftheन्यायिक
judicial,thedigested,andtheअंतिम
finalinhermanner,“shouldstayathome.”लेकिन
ButWilkinscouldnotleavehisपत्नी
wifeathome.Hewas
एक
afamilysolicitor,andallऐसे
suchhavewivesandshowउन्हें
them.Withhisinthe
सप्ताह
weekhewenttoparties,और
andwithhisonSundayshewenttoचर्च
church.Beingstillfairlyyoung—hewasthirty-nine—and
महत्वाकांक्षी
ambitiousofoldladies,ofwhomhehadnotyetacquiredinhisअभ्यास
practiceasufficientnumber,hecouldnotaffordtoयाद
misschurch,anditwasthereकि
thatMrs.Wilkinsbecamefamiliar,हालांकि
thoughneverthroughwords,withMrs.Arbuthnot.Shesawhermarshalling
को
thechildrenofthepoorintopews.Shewouldcomeinattheheadofthe
जुलूस
processionfromtheSundaySchoolठीक
exactlyfiveminutesbeforethechoir,और
andgetherboysandgirlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,और
anddownontheirlittlekneesintheirप्रारंभिक
preliminaryprayer,andupagainontheirfeetjustरूप
as,totheswellingorgan,thevestryदरवाजा
dooropened,andthechoirऔर
andclergy,bigwiththelitaniesऔर
andcommandmentstheywerepresentlytoरोल
rollout,emerged.Shehada
उदास
sadface,yetshewasevidentlyकुशल
efficient.ThecombinationusedtomakeMrs.Wilkinswonder,forshehadbeentoldbyMellersh,ondays
जब
whenshehadonlybeenabletoप्राप्त
getplaice,thatifonewereकुशल
efficientonewouldn’tbedepressed,और
andthatifonedoesone’sकाम
jobwellonebecomesautomaticallybrightऔर
andbrisk.AboutMrs.Arbuthnottherewas
कुछ
nothingbrightandbrisk,thoughबहुत
muchinherwaywiththeरविवार
SundaySchoolchildrenthatwasस्वचालित
automatic;butwhenMrs.Wilkins,turningfrom
को
thewindow,caughtsightofherinको
theclubshewasnotbeingस्वचालित
automaticatall,butwaslookingfixedlyatएक
oneportionofthefirstपन्ने
pageofTheTimes,holdingको
thepaperquitestill,hereyesnotmoving.Shewas
सिर्फ
juststaring;andherface,asusual,wasthefaceof
एक
apatientanddisappointedMadonna.Obeying
एक
animpulseshewonderedatभी
evenwhileobeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,theशर्मीली
shyandthereluctant,insteadofproceedingasshehadintendedtothecloakroomऔर
andfromthencetoSchoolbred’sinsearchofMellersh’sमछली
fish,stoppedatthetableऔर
andsatdownexactlyoppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshehadneveryetspokeninherजीवन
life.Itwasoneof
उन
thoselong,narrowrefectorytables,sothattheywereकाफी
quiteclosetoeachother.Mrs.
Arbuthnot,
हालांकि
however,didnotlookup.Shecontinuedtogaze,witheyesthatseemedtobedreaming,at
एक
onespotonlyofTheTimes.Mrs.
Wilkinswatchedher
एक
aminute,tryingtoscrewतक
upcouragetospeaktoउसे
her.Shewantedtoaskherifshehadseenthe
विज्ञापन
advertisement.Shedidnotknow
क्यों
whyshewantedtoaskherयह
this,butshewantedto.कैसे
Howstupidnottobeसक्षम
abletospeaktoher.Shelookedso
दयालु
kind.Shelookedsounhappy.
क्यों
Whycouldn’ttwounhappypeopleताज़ा
refresheachotherontheirwaythroughइस
thisdustybusinessoflifebyएक
alittletalk—real,naturaltalk,बारे
aboutwhattheyfelt,whattheywouldhaveliked,whattheyअभी भी
stilltriedtohope?Andshecouldnothelpthinking
कि
thatMrs.Arbuthnot,too,wasreadingकि
thatverysameadvertisement.Hereyeswereontheverypartofthe
कागज
paper.Wasshe,too,picturingwhatitwouldbelike—the
रंग
colour,thefragrance,thelight,theनरम
softlappingoftheseaबीच
amonglittlehotrocks?Colour,
सुगंध
fragrance,light,sea;insteadofShaftesbury
एवेन्यू
Avenue,andthewetomnibuses,और
andthefishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,और
andtheTubetoHampstead,और
anddinner,andto-morrowtheही
sameandthedayaftertheही
sameandalwaysthesame...अचानक
SuddenlyMrs.Wilkinsfoundherselfleaningपार
acrossthetable.“Areyoureading
बारे
aboutthemediaevalcastleandthewistaria?”sheheardherself
पूछते
asking.NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwas
हैरान
surprised;butshewasnothalfso
ज्यादा
muchsurprisedasMrs.Wilkinswasatherselfforasking.Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnotyettoherknowledgeseteyesontheshabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfiguresitting
सामने
oppositeher,withitssmallfreckledचेहरे
faceandbiggreyeyesलगभग
almostdisappearingunderasmashed-downwet-weatherटोपी
hat,andshegazedatherएक
amomentwithoutanswering.Shewasreading
बारे
aboutthemediaevalcastleandthewistaria,या
orratherhadreadaboutitदस
tenminutesbefore,andsincethenhadbeenखो
lostindreams—oflight,ofरंग
colour,offragrance,oftheनरम
softlappingoftheseaबीच
amonglittlehotrocks...“Whydoyou
पूछते
askmethat?”shesaidinher
गंभीर
gravevoice,forhertrainingofऔर
andbythepoorhadmadeherगंभीर
graveandpatient.Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
और
andlookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.“Oh,
केवल
onlybecauseIsawitभी
too,andIthoughtperhaps—Iसोचा
thoughtsomehow—”shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,her
मन
mindbeingusedtogettingलोगों
peopleintolistsanddivisions,fromआदत
habitconsidered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,तहत
underwhatheading,supposingshehadtoclassifyउसे
her,shecouldmostproperlybeरखा
put.“AndIknowyoubysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,
जो
who,likealltheshy,बार
onceshewasstartedplungedon,frighteningherselftoअधिक
moreandmorespeechbythesheerध्वनि
soundofwhatshehadकहा
saidlastinherears.“EverySunday—Iseeyou
हर
everySundayinchurch—”.“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“And
यह
thisseemssuchawonderfulthing—thisविज्ञापन
advertisementaboutthewistaria—and—”.Mrs.
Wilkins,
जो
whomusthavebeenatकम
leastthirty,brokeoffandwriggledinherकुर्सी
chairwiththemovementofएक
anawkwardandembarrassedschoolgirl.“Itseemssowonderful,”shewentonin
एक
akindofburst,“and—itissuchएक
amiserableday...”और
AndthenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnotसाथ
withtheeyesofanimprisonedकुत्ते
dog.“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,
जिसका
whoselifewasspentinhelpingऔर
andalleviating,“needsadvice.”Sheaccordinglypreparedherself
धैर्यपूर्वक
patientlytogiveit.“Ifyou
देखते
seemeinchurch,”sheकहा
said,kindlyandattentively,“Iलगता
supposeyouliveinHampsteadtoo?”“Ohyes,”saidMrs.Wilkins.
और
Andsherepeated,herheadonitsलंबी
longthinneckdroopingaथोड़ा
littleasiftherecollectionofHampsteadझुका
bowedher,“Ohyes.”“Where?”
पूछा
askedMrs.Arbuthnot,who,whenसलाह
advicewasneeded,naturallyfirstproceededtoइकट्ठा
collectthefacts.ButMrs.Wilkins,
रखा
layingherhandsoftlyandcaressinglyonthepartofTheTimesजहां
wheretheadvertisementwas,asthoughthemereprintedwordsofitwereकीमती
precious,onlysaid,“Perhapsthat’swhythisseemssowonderful.”“No—I
लगता
thinkthat’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,भूलते
forgettingfactsandfaintlysighing.“Thenyouwerereadingit?”
“Yes,”
कहा
saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyesgoingdreamyफिर
again.“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,
जो
whichhadlitup,fadedintoधैर्य
patienceagain.“Verywonderful,”shesaid.
“Butit’snousewastingone’s
समय
timethinkingofsuchthings.”“Oh,
लेकिन
butitis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’sत्वरित
quick,surprisingreply;surprisingbecauseitwasso
बहुत
muchunliketherestofher—thecharacterlessकोट
coatandskirt,thecrumpledटोपी
hat,theundecidedwispofhairstragglingबाहर
out.“Andjusttheconsideringofthemis
लायक
worthwhileinitself—suchaपरिवर्तन
changefromHampstead—andsometimesIbelieve—Iवास्तव
reallydobelieve—ifoneconsidersकठिन
hardenoughonegetsthings.”Mrs.
Arbuthnotobservedher
धैर्यपूर्वक
patiently.Inwhatcategorywould
वह
she,supposingshehadto,putउसे
her?“Perhaps,”shesaid,leaning
आगे
forwardalittle,“youwilltellmeyourनाम
name.Ifwearetobefriends”—shesmiledher
गंभीर
gravesmile—“asIhopeweहैं
are,wehadbetterbeginatthebeginning.”“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”saidMrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”sheadded,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnot
कहा
saidnothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.Sometimesit—itdoesn’t
लगता
seemtoconveyanythingtomeभी
either.But”—shelookedroundwithamovementofseekinghelp—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnot
पसंद
likehername.Itwas
एक
amean,smallname,withएक
akindoffacetioustwist,sheसोचा
thought,aboutitsendliketheऊपर
upwardcurveofapugdog’sपूंछ
tail.Thereitwas,however.
Therewas
नहीं
nodoinganythingwithit.Wilkinsshewas
और
andWilkinsshewouldremain;और
andthoughherhusbandencouragedhertoदेने
giveitonalloccasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinssheकेवल
onlydidthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshethoughtMellershmadeWilkinsबदतर
worse,emphasisingitinthewayChatsworthonthegate-postsofएक
avillaemphasisesthevilla.जब
Whenfirsthesuggestedsheshouldजोड़ने
addMellershshehadobjectedfortheउपरोक्त
abovereason,andafterapause—Mellershwasmuchtooविवेकपूर्ण
prudenttospeakexceptafterएक
apause,duringwhichpresumablyhewastakingएक
acarefulmentalcopyofhiscomingobservation—heकहा
said,muchdispleased,“ButIamnotएक
avilla,”andlookedatherashelookswhohopes,forperhapsthehundredthबार
time,thathemaynotहै
havemarriedafool.Ofcoursehewasnot
एक
avilla,Mrs.Wilkinsassuredउसे
him;shehadneversupposedhewas;
shehadnotdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonlyjustthinking...
The
अधिक
moresheexplainedthemoreearnestbecameMellersh’sआशा
hope,familiartohimbyइस
thistime,forhehadthenbeenaपति
husbandfortwoyears,thathemightnotbyanychancehaveशादी
marriedafool;andtheyhadaprolonged
झगड़ा
quarrel,ifthatcanbecalledaझगड़ा
quarrelwhichisconductedwithसम्मानजनक
dignifiedsilenceononesideऔर
andearnestapologyontheother,astowhetherornoMrs.Wilkinshadintendedtoसुझाव
suggestthatMr.Wilkinswasaविला
villa.“Ibelieve,”shehadthought
जब
whenitwasatlastover—ittookalongwhile—“thatanybodywouldझगड़ा
quarrelaboutanythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeingसाथ
togetherforasingledayforदो
twowholeyears.Whatwe
दोनों
bothneedisaholiday.”“Myhusband,”wentonMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,tryingtothrow
कुछ
somelightonherself,“isaवकील
solicitor.He—”
Shecastaboutfor
कुछ
somethingshecouldsayelucidatoryofMellersh,और
andfound:“He’sveryhandsome.”
“Well,”
कहा
saidMrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“thatmustbeएक
agreatpleasuretoyou.”“Why?”
askedMrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”
कहा
saidMrs.Arbuthnot,alittletakenaback,forनिरंतर
constantintercoursewiththepoorhadअभ्यस्त
accustomedhertohaveherpronouncementsacceptedबिना
withoutquestion,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isaउपहार
giftlikeanyother,andयदि
ifitisproperlyused—”.Shetrailedoffintosilence.
Mrs.Wilkins’s
बड़ी
greatgreyeyeswerefixedonher,और
anditseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnotthatशायद
perhapsshewasbecomingcrystallisedintoaआदत
habitofexposition,andofexpositionafterthemannerofnursemaids,throughhavinganदर्शकों
audiencethatcouldn’tbutagree,thatwouldbeडर
afraid,ifitwished,tointerrupt,thatdidn’tknow,thatwas,inवास्तव
fact,athermercy.ButMrs.Wilkinswasnotlistening;
forjustthen,
बेतुका
absurdasitseemed,aतस्वीर
picturehadflashedacrossherदिमाग
brain,andthereweretwofiguresinitsittingसाथ
togetherunderagreattrailingwistariathatstretchedacrossthebranchesofएक
atreeshedidn’tknow,और
anditwasherselfandMrs.Arbuthnot—shesawthem—shesawउन्हें
them.Andbehindthem,brightin
धूप
sunshine,wereoldgreywalls—themediaevalcastle—shesawit—theywerethere...She
इसलिए
thereforestaredatMrs.Arbuthnotऔर
anddidnothearaशब्द
wordshesaid.AndMrs.Arbuthnotstared
भी
tooatMrs.Wilkins,arrestedbyको
theexpressiononherface,जो
whichwassweptbytheउत्तेजना
excitementofwhatshesaw,और
andwasasluminousandtremulousunderitasपानी
waterinsunlightwhenitisruffledbyagustofहवा
wind.Atthismoment,ifshehadbeenat
किसी
aparty,Mrs.Wilkinswouldhavebeenlookedatwithदिलचस्पी
interest.Theystaredateach
दूसरे
other;Mrs.Arbuthnotsurprised,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkins
साथ
withtheeyesofsomeonewhohashadaरहस्योद्घाटन
revelation.Ofcourse.
Thatwashowitcouldbe
किया
done.Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’t
बर्दाश्त
affordit,andwouldn’tbeable,evenifshecouldबर्दाश्त
affordit,togothereallअकेले
alone;butsheandMrs.Arbuthnot
साथ
together...Sheleaned
पार
acrossthetable.“Whydon’twe
कोशिश
tryandgetit?”shewhispered.
Mrs.
Arbuthnotbecame
भी
evenmorewide-eyed.“Getit?”
sherepeated.
“Yes,”
कहा
saidMrs.Wilkins,stillasthoughshewereडर
afraidofbeingoverheard.“Not
बस
justsithereandsayHowअद्भुत
wonderful,andthengohometoHampsteadबिना
withouthavingputoutafinger—goघर
homejustasusualandदेखें
seeaboutthedinnerandtheमछली
fishjustaswe’vebeendoingforyearsऔर
andyearsandwillgoondoingforyearsऔर
andyears.Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingtotherootsofherhair,forthesoundofwhatshewassaying,ofwhatwascomingpouring
बाहर
out,frightenedher,andyetshecouldn’tstop,“Iseenoअंत
endtoit.Thereisno
अंत
endtoit.Sothatthereoughttobea
ब्रेक
break,thereoughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.क्यों
Why,itwouldreallybebeingunselfishtogoदूर
awayandbehappyforएक
alittle,becausewewouldआ
comebacksomuchnicer.You
देखते
see,afterabiteverybodyneedsaholiday.”“But—how
क्या
doyoumean,getit?”पूछा
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.“Takeit,”saidMrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”