Kim hailed a sweeper , who promptly retorted with a piece of unnecessary insolence , in the natural belief that the European boy could not follow it . The low , quick answer undeceived him . Kim put his fettered soul into it , thankful for the late chance to abuse somebody in the tongue he knew best . ` And now , go to the nearest letter-writer in the bazar and tell him to come here . I would write a letter . ' ` But -- but what manner of white man 's son art thou to need a bazar letter-writer ? Is there not a schoolmaster in the barracks ? ' ` Ay ; and Hell is full of the same sort . Do my order , you -- you Od ! Thy mother was married under a basket ! Servant of Lal Beg ' -LRB- Kim knew the God of the sweepers -RRB- , ` run on my business or we will talk again . ' The sweeper shuffled off in haste . ` There is a white boy by the barracks waiting under a tree who is not a white boy , ' he stammered to the first bazar letter-writer he came across . ` He needs thee . ' ` Will he pay ? ' said the spruce scribe , gathering up his desk and pens and sealing-wax all in order . ' I do not know . He is not like other boys . Go and see . It is well worth . '
XXXXX danced with impatience when the slim young Kayeth hove in sight .
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