'I go with this holy man.' 'Thou canst go to Jehannum for aught I care.

This ticket is only--' Kim burst into a flood of tears, protesting that the lama was his father and his mother, that he was the prop of the lama's declining years, and that the lama would die without his care.

All the carriage bade the guard be merciful--the banker was specially eloquent here--but the guard hauled Kim on to the platform.

The lama blinked--he could not overtake the situation and Kim lifted up his voice and wept outside the carriage window.
'I am very poor.

My father is dead--my mother is dead.