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her husband lying wounded to death she could not control her sorrow; she sobbed and cried. "Ah my hero!" she wept embracing the
wounded Vaali. "How many heroes have you laid low and now you lie low yourself! And
you have left me here!"
Soon Vaali's son Angada reached the spot.
And Sugreeva, witnessing this scene, was filled with remorse at the thought that it was
all for him that this calamity had happened. The remorse was no doubt genuine, for
invariably revenge-especially revenge wreaked on those who have been friends in other day;
brings nothing but bitterness and grief, and the momentary feeling of triumph is all ashes
to the taste. How few of us realise this in the confusion created by desires and anger!
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