'But I would not have thee to go in anger, thinking hardly of me--a gatherer of cow-dung and grass at Shamlegh, but still a woman of substance.' 'I think nothing,' said Kim, 'but that I am grieved to go, for I am very weary; and that we need food.

Here is the bag.' The woman snatched it angrily.

'I was foolish,' said she.

'Who is thy woman in the Plains?
Fair or black?
I was fair once.

Laughest thou?
Once, long ago, if thou canst believe, a Sahib looked on me with favour.