said Kim affably , squatting in the shade beside the lama . ' I worshipped none , child . I bowed before the Excellent Law . ' Kim accepted this new God without emotion . He knew already a few score . ` And what dost thou do ? ' ' I beg . I remember now it is long since I have eaten or drunk . What is the custom of charity in this town ? In silence , as we do of Tibet , or speaking aloud ? ' ` Those who beg in silence starve in silence , ' said Kim , quoting a native proverb . The lama tried to rise , but sank back again , sighing for his disciple , dead in far-away Kulu . Kim watched head to one side , considering and interested . ` Give me the bowl . I know the people of this city -- all who are charitable . Give , and I will bring it back filled . ' Simply as a child the old man handed him the bowl . ` Rest , thou . I know the people . ' He trotted off to the open shop of a kunjri , a low-caste vegetable-seller , which lay opposite the belt-tramway line down the Motee Bazar .
She knew XXXXX of old .
Bazar Kim Kulu Law Tibet kunjri lama score side vegetable-seller