` I 'll send him , but to chase him off is an ill turn . At least he had the sense to fish the Holy One out of the brook ; thus , as the Holy One did not say , acquiring merit . ' ` He is a very wise hakim . Send him , mother . ' ` Priest praising priest ? A miracle ! If he is any friend of thine -LRB- ye squabbled at your last meeting -RRB- I 'll hale him here with horse-ropes and -- and give him a caste-dinner afterwards , my son ... Get up and see the world ! This lying abed is the mother of seventy devils ... my son ! my son ! ' She trotted forth to raise a typhoon off the cook-house , and almost on her shadow rolled in the Babu , robed as to the shoulders like a Roman emperor , jowled like Titus , bare-headed , with new patent-leather shoes , in highest condition of fat , exuding joy and salutations . ` By Jove , Mister O'Hara , but I are jolly-glad to see you . I will kindly shut the door . It is a pity you are sick . Are you very sick ? ' ` The papers -- the papers from the kilta . The maps and the murasla ! ' He held out the key impatiently ; for the present need on his soul was to get rid of the loot . ` You are quite right . That is correct Departmental view to take . You have got everything ? '
` All that was handwritten in the XXXXX I took .
Departmental O'Hara Priest caste-dinner cook-house hakim horse-ropes kilta murasla right