Truly, it runs like a shuttle throughout all Hind.

And my share and my joy'-- he smiled to the darkness--'I owe to the lama here.

Also to Mahbub Ali--also to Creighton Sahib, but chiefly to the Holy One.

He is right--a great and a wonderful world--and I am Kim--Kim--Kim--alone--one person--in the middle of it all.

But I will see these strangers with their levels and chains...' 'What was the upshot of last night's babble ?' said the lama, after his orisons.
'There came a strolling seller of drugs--a hanger-on of the Sahiba's.
Him I abolished by arguments and prayers, proving that our charms are worthier than his coloured waters.' 'Alas, my charms! Is the virtuous woman still bent upon a new one ?' 'Very strictly.' 'Then it must be written, or she will deafen me with her clamour.' He fumbled at his pencase.
'In the Plains,' said Kim, 'are always too many people.