The woman swept the tall figure with her eyes . ` He walk ! He can not cover half a mile . Whither would old bones go ? ' At this Kim , already perplexed by the lama 's collapse and foreseeing the weight of the bag , fairly lost his temper . ` What is it to thee , woman of ill-omen , where he goes ? ' ` Nothing -- but something to thee , priest with a Sahib 's face . Wilt thou carry him on thy shoulders ? ' ' I go to the Plains . None must hinder my return . I have wrestled with my soul till I am strengthless . The stupid body is spent , and we are far from the Plains . ' ` Behold ! ' she said simply , and drew aside to let Kim see his own utter helplessness . ` Curse me . Maybe it will give him strength . Make a charm ! Call on thy great God . Thou art a priest . ' She turned away .
The XXXXX had squatted limply , still holding by the door-post .
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