` Those things are nothing , ' said his host , following Kim 's glance . ' I buy them because they are pretty , and sometimes I sell -- if I like the buyer 's look . My work is on the table -- some of it . ' It blazed in the morning light -- all red and blue and green flashes , picked out with the vicious blue-white spurt of a diamond here and there . Kim opened his eyes . ` Oh , they are quite well , those stones . It will not hurt them to take the sun . Besides , they are cheap . But with sick stones it is very different . ' He piled Kim 's plate anew . ` There is no one but me can doctor a sick pearl and re-blue turquoises . I grant you opals -- any fool can cure an opal -- but for a sick pearl there is only me . Suppose I were to die ! Then there would be no one ... Oh no ! You can not do anything with jewels . It will be quite enough if you understand a little about the Turquoise -- some day . ' He moved to the end of the veranda to refill the heavy , porous clay water-jug from the filter . ` Do you want drink ? ' Kim nodded . Lurgan Sahib , fifteen feet off , laid one hand on the jar .
Next instant , it stood at XXXXX 's elbow , full to within half an inch of the brim -- the white cloth only showing , by a small wrinkle , where it had slid into place .
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