the man snorted . ` What city do ye hail from not to know a canal-cut ? It runs as straight as an arrow , and I pay for the water as though it were molten silver . There is a branch of a river beyond . But if ye need water I can give that -- and milk . ' ` Nay , we will go to the river , ' said the lama , striding out . ` Milk and a meal . ' the man stammered , as he looked at the strange tall figure . ` I -- I would not draw evil upon myself -- or my crops . But beggars are so many in these hard days . ' ` Take notice . ' The lama turned to Kim . ` He was led to speak harshly by the Red Mist of anger . That clearing from his eyes , he becomes courteous and of an affable heart . May his fields be blessed ! Beware not to judge men too hastily , O farmer . ' ' I have met holy ones who would have cursed thee from hearthstone to byre , ' said Kim to the abashed man . ` Is he not wise and holy ? I am his disciple . ' He cocked his nose in the air loftily and stepped across the narrow field-borders with great dignity .
` There is no pride , ' said the XXXXX , after a pause , ` there is no pride among such as follow the Middle Way . '
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