Hunter at once made her as comfortable as they could. Rabda, who
had now thrown back her veil, produced from under her dress the
net containing some fifty small limes, and handed to Mrs. Hunter
the pot of ointment and the lotion.
"She has saved me," Isobel said; "it is the daughter of the juggler
who performed at your house, Mrs. Hunter; do thank her for me, and
tell her how grateful I am."
Mrs. Hunter took Rabda's hand, and in her own language thanked her
for her kindness to Isobel.
"I have done as I was told," Rabda said simply; "the Sahib Bathurst
saved my life, and when he said the lady must be rescued from the
hands of the Nana, it was only right that I should do so, even at
the risk of my life."
"So Bathurst has escaped," Mrs. Hunter said, turning to Isobel. "I
am glad of that, dear; I was afraid that all were gone."
"Yes, I had a note from him; it is by his means that I got away
from Bithoor. He sent me the caustic and acid to burn my face. He
told me Mr. Wilson had also escaped, and perhaps some others may
have got away, though he did not seem to know it."
"But surely there could be no occasion to burn yourself as badly
as you have done, Isobel."
"I am afraid I did put on too much acid," she said. "I was so afraid
of not burning it enough; but it does not matter, it does not pain
me nearly so much since I put on that ointment; it will soon get
well."
Mrs. Hunter shook her head regretfully.
"I am afraid it will leave marks for a long time.
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