34/63 The lama tried to rise, but sank back again, sighing for his disciple, dead in far-away Kulu. Kim watched head to one side, considering and interested. I know the people of this city--all who are charitable. Give, and I will bring it back filled.' Simply as a child the old man handed him the bowl. I know the people.' He trotted off to the open shop of a kunjri, a low-caste vegetable-seller, which lay opposite the belt-tramway line down the Motee Bazar. |