"Weeping and wretched, shivering with cold, she just stood there leaving red puddles and yellow puddles and purple puddles of raindrops on the pavement....
"I wanted to say: 'My dear child, I'm so sorry--I promise never to let this happen again. Will you ever, ever, forgive me?'
"But I couldn't say it. All I could say [in her language] was how much, how far, what time, [good-by], and count to ten. Again this didn't seem to be the right thing.
"And then I had a sudden flash of inspiration. I knew just what to say:
"The sunshine came back into her eyes. She pressed my outstretched hand, then turned and darted through the rain into a grove of palms. There she turned and waved. I saw one last flash of yellow and purple and red and green, through the trees--and my Princess Padmini had gone...."--"Udaipur, Indian Fairyland" in The Complete Book of Marvels
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