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Page 12
... Aiyo ! aiyo ! the weary way you've cried ; Hush , child , hush , pressed close against my side . ' Aiyo ! aiyo ! will the trees never end ? Our women's feet are weary ; O Great One , send Night on us , that our wanderings may end ...
... Aiyo ! aiyo ! the weary way you've cried ; Hush , child , hush , pressed close against my side . ' Aiyo ! aiyo ! will the trees never end ? Our women's feet are weary ; O Great One , send Night on us , that our wanderings may end ...
Page 36
... Aiyo ! aiyo ! they take even my daughter from me . Is there money in the house ? No. Is there rice ? No. Is there kurakkan , or chillies , or jaggery , 1 or salt even ? The house is empty . But there is always something for the thief to ...
... Aiyo ! aiyo ! they take even my daughter from me . Is there money in the house ? No. Is there rice ? No. Is there kurakkan , or chillies , or jaggery , 1 or salt even ? The house is empty . But there is always something for the thief to ...
Page 106
... Aiyo ! then we are ruined ! ' ' Why ? what is it ? ' ' We are ruined . Only the Agent Hamadoru could help us , and now it will be too late . Our chena is taken from us . Aiyo ! Aiyo ! ' ' Is this one of Fernando's games ? They say that ...
... Aiyo ! then we are ruined ! ' ' Why ? what is it ? ' ' We are ruined . Only the Agent Hamadoru could help us , and now it will be too late . Our chena is taken from us . Aiyo ! Aiyo ! ' ' Is this one of Fernando's games ? They say that ...
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aiya Aiyo Arachchi asked Babehami Babun became Beddagama began better bring brother brought called carrying charm chena child clear cloth comes compound court crop daughter dead deer devil died evil eyes face father fear felt Fernando followed fool girl give given Hamadoru hand hang head headman hear heard Hinnihami hunter interpreter judge jungle Kamburupitiya Karlinahami kill knew Korala laughed leave listen live looked Mahatmaya mind months morning Mudalali never night once passed path perhaps prison Punchi Menika Punchirala rain returned rice road round seemed seen side silence Silindu Sinhalese slowly speak stand stood story strange talk tell temple thing thought told took track trees trouble true turned understand vederala village voice walked watched wife wild wind woman women