... ... I will lay a plot for their ruin ! O Prophet , bear with the unbelievers . Let them alone awhile ! ' Huneefa 's face , turned to the northward , worked horribly , and it was as though voices from the ceiling answered her . Hurree Babu returned to his note-book , balanced on the window-sill , but his hand shook . Huneefa , in some sort of drugged ecstasy , wrenched herself to and fro as she sat cross-legged by Kim 's still head , and called upon devil after devil , in the ancient order of the ritual , binding them to avoid the boy 's every action . ` With Him are the keys of the Secret Things ! None knoweth them besides Himself He knoweth that which is in the dry land and in the sea ! ' Again broke out the unearthly whistling responses . ` I -- I apprehend it is not at all malignant in its operation ? ' said the Babu , watching the throat-muscles quiver and jerk as Huneefa spoke with tongues . ` It -- it is not likely that she has killed the boy ? If so , I decline to be witness at the trial ... What was the last hypothetical devil mentioned ? ' ` Babuji , ' said Mahbub in the vernacular . ' I have no regard for the devils of Hind , but the Sons of Eblis are far otherwise , and whether they be jumalee -LSB- well-affected -RSB- or jullalee -LSB- terrible -RSB- they love not Kafirs . ' ` Then you think I had better go ? ' said Hurree Babu , half rising . ` They are , of course , dematerialized phenomena . Spencer says . ' Huneefa 's crisis passed , as these things must , in a paroxysm of howling , with a touch of froth at the lips .
She lay spent and motionless beside XXXXX , and the crazy voices ceased .
Babu Huneefa Kafirs Kim Mahbub Prophet Spencer jullalee unbelievers window-sill