That is my hope , for he was a Fountain of Wisdom -- wiser than many abbots ... Again , maybe thou wilt forget me and our meetings . ' ` If I eat thy bread , ' cried Kim passionately , ` how shall I ever forget thee ? ' ` No -- no . ' He put the boy aside . ' I must go back to Benares . From time to time , now that I know the customs of letter-writers in this land , I will send thee a letter , and from time to time I will come and see thee . ' ` But whither shall I send my letters ? ' wailed Kim , clutching at the robe , all forgetful that he was a Sahib . ` To the Temple of the Tirthankars at Benares . That is the place I have chosen till I find my River . Do not weep ; for , look you , all Desire is Illusion and a new binding upon the Wheel . Go up to the Gates of Learning . Let me see thee go ... Dost thou love me ? Then go , or my heart cracks ... I will come again . Surely I will come again . The lama watched the ticca-gharri rumble into the compound , and strode off , snuffing between each long stride . ` The Gates of Learning ' shut with a clang . The country born and bred boy has his own manners and customs , which do not resemble those of any other land ; and his teachers approach him by roads which an English master would not understand . Therefore , you would scarcely be interested in Kim 's experiences as a St Xavier 's boy among two or three hundred precocious youths , most of whom had never seen the sea . He suffered the usual penalties for breaking out of bounds when there was cholera in the city .
This was before he had learned to write fair XXXXX , and so was obliged to find a bazar letter-writer .
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