The terrible weakness had dropped from him like an old shoe . His tongue itched for free speech again , and but a week back the lightest word clogged it like ashes . The pain in his neck -LRB- he must have caught it from the lama -RRB- had gone with the heavy dengue-aches and the evil taste in the mouth . The two old women , a little , but not much , more careful about their veils now , clucked as merrily as the hens that had entered pecking through the open door . ` Where is my Holy One ? ' he demanded . ` Hear him ! Thy Holy One is well , ' she snapped viciously . ` Though that is none of his merit . Knew I a charm to make him wise , I 'd sell my jewels and buy it . To refuse good food that I cooked myself -- and go roving into the fields for two nights on an empty belly -- and to tumble into a brook at the end of it -- call you that holiness ? Then , when he has nearly broken what thou hast left of my heart with anxiety , he tells me that he has acquired merit . Oh , how like are all men ! No , that was not it -- he tells me that he is freed from all sin . I could have told him that before he wetted himself all over . He is well now -- this happened a week ago -- but burn me such holiness ! A babe of three would do better . Do not fret thyself for the Holy One . He keeps both eyes on thee when he is not wading our brooks . ' ' I do not remember to have seen him .
I remember that the days and XXXXX passed like bars of white and black , opening and shutting .
Knew brook burn dengue-aches lama left merit nights shoe week