R.T.C of the story of an invitation. - 'don't think me ungrateful'. who says these words and to whom?.... if you can give the correct answer I will mark you as brainliest...
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she answered in an inruffled voice. "I have not disobeyed him. For three days I have taken no food nor given him any."
Digambari frowned. "And now? What, may I ask in the name of good sense, are you doing? Did you get his permission for this great banquet?"
Narayani's lips trembled but, pulling herself together, she answered suavely, "I have." She paused and then added, "Now you know."
Digambari gave an incredulous grunt. "I was not born yesterday, Narani!" she rasped out, her face avidwith rage "Are you really trying to tell me you got authority on the sly to feed this blasted baboon and that I have heard nothing about it?"
Narayani's voice rang out crisp and clear.
"How can an outsider hear or understand, Mother, when and how one gets authority from the One Who dwells within?" Then, dropping her voice, she added, with a hint of irony, "Mother, anyone with a tongue in his head can take on oath". She lifted Ram's head, nestling tenderly in her bosom, kissed his forehead, then resumed, "But the One Who presides within you—if you fail to cherish Him through a motherless child, He gives in your keeping then you can never know how to cherish any other. It's He Who gives permission and He alone knows how or why. So you need hardly lose your sleep, questioning—and for mercy's sake, Mother, do leave us alone—leave us in peace, I implore you! I must give him his food now. He hasn' t had any for three lonely days, my poor, wounded nesding!"
Digambari stood like one transfixed. Her desiccated lips were parted but no sound issued. Then, suddenly, she came to and—spat.
"Well, if that's your attitude", she exploded, "I'll pack off at once—at once, mark my words! You can't possibly live cheek byjow! with someone whose very shadow you loathe."
Narayani spoke in a very firm accent.
'You never spoke a truer word, Mother," she smiled ruefully. "And, perhaps for the first time in my life, I see eye to eye with you. Also, I am glad on your account, that you have at least made it a bit easier for me by suggesting the way out yourself. I mean, I fully agree that this is not the place for you." She brushed away her tears and added, "My little poppet has dwindled to half his size under your venomous hate. He maybe—oh, call him anythingyou like, but I simply will not have him bullied under my roof. Pack up today and go tomorrow. I will make you a monthly allowance, I promise. You will not want for anything that I can provide. But you must go—and the sooner the better for everyone."
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Explanation:
Bertha said these words to aunt meg through letter.
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