He turned into the dusky gloom of the shop , and sat down at the table , rubbing his hands softly . A small , husky sob came from behind a pile of carpets . It was the Hindu child obediently facing towards the wall . His thin shoulders worked with grief . ` Ah ! He is jealous , so jealous . I wonder if he will try to poison me again in my breakfast , and make me cook it twice . ` Kubbee -- kubbee nahin -LSB- Never -- never . No ! -RSB- ' , came the broken answer . ` And whether he will kill this other boy ? ' ` Kubbee -- kubbee nahin . ' ` What do you think he will do ? ' He turned suddenly on Kim . ` Oah ! I do not know . Let him go , perhaps . Why did he want to poison you ? ' ` Because he is so fond of me . Suppose you were fond of someone , and you saw someone come , and the man you were fond of was more pleased with him than he was with you , what would you do ? '
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Hindu Kim Kubbee Oah boy breakfast child nahin someone wall