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and stood up.
‘Did you hear a shot?’

The girl nodded. ‘May be a shikari,’ she answered, speaking to him for the
first time. She refastened her bodice.
‘There can’t be any shikar on a dark night.’

The two stood in silence for some time—the man a little apprehensive; the girl
relieved of the attentions of a lover whose breath smelled of whisky, tobacco and
pyorrhea. But the silence told Hukum Chand that all was well. He took another

whisky to make assurance doubly sure. The girl realized that there was no
escape.
‘Must be a cracker. Somebody getting married or something,’ said Hukum

Chand, putting his arms round the girl. He kissed her on the nose. ‘Let us get
married too,’ he added with a leer.
The girl did not answer. She allowed herself to be dragged onto the table

amongst plates covered with stale meatballs and cigarette ash. Hukum Chand
swept them off the table with his hand and went on with his love-making. The

girl suffered his pawing without a protest. He picked her up from the table and
laid her on the carpet amongst the litter of tumblers, plates and bottles. She
covered her face with the loose end of her sari and turned it sideways to avoid
his breath. Hukum Chand began fumbling with her dress.

From Mano Majra came sounds of people shouting and the agitated barking of
dogs. Hukum Chand looked up. Two shots rang out and silenced the barking and

shouting. With a loud oath Hukum Chand left the girl. She got up, brushing and
adjusting her sari. From the servants’ quarters the bearer and the sweeper came
out carrying lanterns and talking excitedly. A little later the chauffeur drove the
car into the driveway, its headlights lighting up the front of the bungalow.

The morning after the dacoity the railway station was more crowded than usual.
Some Mano Majrans made a habit of being there to watch the 10:30 slow
passenger train from Delhi to Lahore come in. They liked to see the few

passengers who might get on or off at Mano Majra, and they also enjoyed
endless arguments about how late the train was on a given day and when it had
last been on time. Since the partition of the country there had been an additional

interest. Now the trains were often four or five hours late and sometimes as
many as twenty. When they came, they were crowded with Sikh and Hindu
refugees from Pakistan or with Muslims from India. People perched on the roofs