` Do not curse us -- do not curse him . It was but his zeal , Holy One ! ... Put down the rifle , fool ! ' ` Anger on anger ! Evil on evil ! There will be no killing . Let the priest-beaters go in bondage to their own acts . Just and sure is the Wheel , swerving not a hair ! They will be born many times -- in torment . ' His head drooped , and he leaned heavily on Kim 's shoulder . ' I have come near to great evil , chela , ' he whispered in that dead hush under the pines . ' I was tempted to loose the bullet ; and truly , in Tibet there would have been a heavy and a slow death for them ... He struck me across the face ... upon the flesh ... ' He slid to the ground , breathing heavily , and Kim could hear the over-driven heart bump and check . ` Have they hurt him to the death ? ' said the Ao-chung man , while the others stood mute . Kim knelt over the body in deadly fear . ` Nay , ' he cried passionately , ` this is only a weakness . ' Then he remembered that he was a white man , with a white man 's camp-fittings at his service . ` Open the kiltas ! The Sahibs may have a medicine . ' ` Oho !
Then I know it , ' said the XXXXX man with a laugh .
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