` Thou hast cursed me already by the down-dropped eyelash and the uplifted chin . Curses ? What should I care for mere words ? ' She clenched her hands upon her bosom ... ` But I would not have thee to go in anger , thinking hardly of me -- a gatherer of cow-dung and grass at Shamlegh , but still a woman of substance . ' ' I think nothing , ' said Kim , ` but that I am grieved to go , for I am very weary ; and that we need food . Here is the bag . ' The woman snatched it angrily . ' I was foolish , ' said she . ` Who is thy woman in the Plains ? Fair or black ? I was fair once . Laughest thou ? Once , long ago , if thou canst believe , a Sahib looked on me with favour . Once , long ago , I wore European clothes at the Mission-house yonder . ' She pointed towards Kotgarh . ` Once , long ago . I was Ker-lis-ti-an and spoke English -- as the Sahibs speak it . Yes . My Sahib said he would return and wed me -- yes , wed me . He went away -- I had nursed him when he was sick -- but he never returned .
Then I saw that the Gods of the Kerlistians lied , and I went back to my own people ... I have never set eyes on a XXXXX since .
English European Kotgarh Laughest Mission-house Sahib Sahibs Shamlegh cow-dung eyelash