I remember that the days and nights passed like bars of white and black, opening and shutting.

I was not sick: I was but tired.' 'A lethargy that comes by right some few score years later.

But it is done now.' 'Maharanee,' Kim began, but led by the look in her eye, changed it to the title of plain love--'Mother, I owe my life to thee.

How shall I make thanks?
Ten thousand blessings upon thy house and--' 'The house be unblessed!' (It is impossible to give exactly the old lady's word.) 'Thank the Gods as a priest if thou wilt, but thank me, if thou carest, as a son.

Heavens above! Have I shifted thee and lifted thee and slapped and twisted thy ten toes to find texts flung at my head?
Somewhere a mother must have borne thee to break her heart.
What used thou to her--son ?' 'I had no mother, my mother,' said Kim.