The beast will carry two.' 'I am this Holy One's disciple,' said Kim, as they cleared the village-gate.

The villagers seemed almost sorry to be rid of them, but the priest's farewell was cold and distant.

He had wasted some opium on a man who carried no money.
'That is well spoken.

I am not much used to holy men, but respect is always good.

There is no respect in these days--not even when a Commissioner Sahib comes to see me.