The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
I heard nothing, for I was agitated with the joy of a
young woman that falls for the first time in love
with the man of her dreams. I was much too
vibratory to have any patience for listening to him.
I would run to and fro. I would go out of his room
aimlessly and come back aimlessly. I neither could
stay with him for long, nor could stay away from
him by any means at my command. I loved him, I
liked him, and if I were a girl, I would have given
anything to win him. But one thing is certain that I
heard not a syllable of what he said, yet every
word that fell from him was treasured by my
mind, and whatever I am producing even now is
true in its every syllable.
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The next day I brought from an old book shop the
two bulky volumes of the proceedings and papers
of the Parliament of Religions of 1893, and I came
and placed it on his table.
"Ah! Exactly! Rama wanted just this book. How
did you get this? Nature with her own hands puts
everything that is required in his way."
We bad then a long talk on the Parliament of
Religions to be held in Tokyo. When the Swami
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