In the pauses of their talk they could hear the low droning 'Om mane pudme hum! Om mane pudme hum!'-- and the thick click of the wooden rosary beads.
'It irks me,' he said at last.

'The speed and the clatter irk me.
Moreover, my chela, I think that maybe we have over-passed that River.' 'Peace, peace,' said Kim.

'Was not the River near Benares?
We are yet far from the place.' 'But--if our Lord came North, it may be any one of these little ones that we have run across.' 'I do not know.' 'But thou wast sent to me--wast thou sent to me ?--for the merit I had acquired over yonder at Such-zen.

From beside the cannon didst thou come--bearing two faces--and two garbs.' 'Peace.

One must not speak of these things here,' whispered Kim.
'There was but one of me.