I took them and was going to pay him, but he caught my hand and said: 'You are
very kind, sir! Keep me in your recollection. Do not offer me money. You have a
little girl I too have one like her in my own home. I think of her, and bring fruits to
your child-not to make a profit for myself."
Saying this, he put his hand inside his big loose robe, and brought out a small and
dirty piece of paper. With great care he unfolded this, and smoothed it out with both
hands on my table. It bore the impression of a little hand. Not a photograph. Nota
drawing. The impression of an ink smeared hand laid flat on the paper. This loud
of his own little daughter had been always on his heart, as he had come year after
year to Calcutta to sell his wares in the streets.
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