He was old , and his woollen gaberdine still reeked of the stinking artemisia of the mountain passes . ' O Children , what is that big house ? ' he said in very fair Urdu . ` The Ajaib-Gher , the Wonder House ! ' Kim gave him no title -- such as Lala or Mian . He could not divine the man 's creed . ` Ah ! The Wonder House ! Can any enter ? ' ` It is written above the door -- all can enter . ' ` Without payment ? ' ' I go in and out . I am no banker , ' laughed Kim . ` Alas ! I am an old man . I did not know . ' Then , fingering his rosary , he half turned to the Museum . ` What is your caste ? Where is your house ? Have you come far ? '
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Ajaib-Gher Kim Lala Mian Urdu artemisia caste creed gaberdine rosary