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I
slip
across
the
slates
and
look
at
her
many
nights
to
see
that
she
is
safe
.
I
watch
her
from
my
window
when
she
does
not
know
I
am
near
.
She
stands
on
the
table
there
and
looks
out
at
the
sky
as
if
it
spoke
to
her
.
The
sparrows
come
at
her
call
.
The
rat
she
has
fed
and
tamed
in
her
loneliness
.
The
poor
slave
of
the
house
comes
to
her
for
comfort
.
There
is
a
little
child
who
comes
to
her
in
secret
;
there
is
one
older
who
worships
her
and
would
listen
to
her
forever
if
she
might
.
This
I
have
seen
when
I
have
crept
across
the
roof
.
By
the
mistress
of
the
house
--
who
is
an
evil
woman
--
she
is
treated
like
a
pariah
;
but
she
has
the
bearing
of
a
child
who
is
of
the
blood
of
kings
!
"
"
You
seem
to
know
a
great
deal
about
her
,
"
the
secretary
said
.
"
All
her
life
each
day
I
know
,
"
answered
Ram
Dass
.
"
Her
going
out
I
know
,
and
her
coming
in
;
her
sadness
and
her
poor
joys
;
her
coldness
and
her
hunger
.
I
know
when
she
is
alone
until
midnight
,
learning
from
her
books
;
I
know
when
her
secret
friends
steal
to
her
and
she
is
happier
--
as
children
can
be
,
even
in
the
midst
of
poverty
--
because
they
come
and
she
may
laugh
and
talk
with
them
in
whispers
.
If
she
were
ill
I
should
know
,
and
I
would
come
and
serve
her
if
it
might
be
done
.
"
"
You
are
sure
no
one
comes
near
this
place
but
herself
,
and
that
she
will
not
return
and
surprise
us
.
She
would
be
frightened
if
she
found
us
here
,
and
the
Sahib
Carrisford
's
plan
would
be
spoiled
.
"
Ram
Dass
crossed
noiselessly
to
the
door
and
stood
close
to
it
.
"
None
mount
here
but
herself
,
Sahib
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
has
gone
out
with
her
basket
and
may
be
gone
for
hours
.
If
I
stand
here
I
can
hear
any
step
before
it
reaches
the
last
flight
of
the
stairs
.
"
The
secretary
took
a
pencil
and
a
tablet
from
his
breast
pocket
.
"
Keep
your
ears
open
,
"
he
said
;
and
he
began
to
walk
slowly
and
softly
round
the
miserable
little
room
,
making
rapid
notes
on
his
tablet
as
he
looked
at
things
.
First
he
went
to
the
narrow
bed
.
He
pressed
his
hand
upon
the
mattress
and
uttered
an
exclamation
.
