(Calcutta, 1903), gives a complete conspectus of Bihari in all its dialects and sub-dialects.
“She is a gypsy,” Bihari said quietly to the man on the platform.
In this same manner Bihari, witnessing the struggle, had stolen upon him.
Jeanne had chanced to speak of her gypsy step-father, Bihari.
Perhaps Bihari, the gypsy smithy, was not unknown to the man on the stand.
Bihari had persuaded two good cooks of his own race to prepare the feast.
When Bihari seized his violin and began to play, it was as if the bear were run by a motor and the current was suddenly turned on.
And, because of their love for Bihari and Jeanne, they had spared neither time nor labor.
And in the prow, standing beside Bihari, was the little French girl.
Bihari,” she thought, “I wonder where he and his gypsy band are tonight?