Full-fleshed, heavy-haunched, bull-necked, and deep-voiced, he did not look like 'a fearful man'.

Kim signed almost imperceptibly that matters were in good train, and when the morning toilet was over, Hurree Babu, in flowery speech, came to do honour to the lama.

They ate, of course, apart, and afterwards the old lady, more or less veiled behind a window, returned to the vital business of green-mango colics in the young.

The lama's knowledge of medicine was, of course, sympathetic only.

He believed that the dung of a black horse, mixed with sulphur, and carried in a snake-skin, was a sound remedy for cholera; but the symbolism interested him far more than the science.