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Chapter Eleven. Sacred Chiefs |
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It was growing chilly outside, and the Ang got up from the porch of the morung, and together we went over to his house. His wife sat in the main hall. You could see at a glance that she was a great lady, and with her calm and graceful dignity she stood out clearly from Mauwang's Ben wives and all the other women living in his huge house. Self possessed and spirited she joined at once in the conversation. That she did not know a word of Assamese did not deter her in the least from making jokes which Mauwang had to translate. |
