5/57 But the evil planted in me by that moment's carelessness works out to its end. Just is the Wheel, swerving not a hair! Learn the lesson, chela.' 'It is too high for me,' Kim muttered. I am glad I hurt the man.' 'I felt that, sleeping upon thy knees, in the wood below. It disquieted me in my dreams--the evil in thy soul working through to mine. |