'Ah, chela, thou has done a wrong to an old man because my heart went out to thee.' 'And mine to thee.

But how could I know that the Red Bull would bring me to this business ?' The lama covered his face afresh, and nervously rattled the rosary.

Kim squatted beside him and laid hold upon a fold of his clothing.
'Now it is understood that the boy is a Sahib ?' he went on in a muffled tone.

'Such a Sahib as was he who kept the images in the Wonder House.' The lama's experience of white men was limited.

He seemed to be repeating a lesson.