I should run away . ' ` And now you are not afraid -- eh ? ' ` Not now . ' Lurgan Sahib looked at him more closely than ever . ' I shall ask Mahbub Ali -- not now , but some day later , ' he muttered . ' I am pleased with you -- yes ; and I am pleased with you -- no . You are the first that ever saved himself . I wish I knew what it was that ... But you are right . You should not tell that -- not even to me . ' He turned into the dusky gloom of the shop , and sat down at the table , rubbing his hands softly . A small , husky sob came from behind a pile of carpets . It was the Hindu child obediently facing towards the wall . His thin shoulders worked with grief . ` Ah ! He is jealous , so jealous . I wonder if he will try to poison me again in my breakfast , and make me cook it twice . ` Kubbee -- kubbee nahin -LSB- Never -- never . No ! -RSB- ' , came the broken answer . ` And whether he will kill this other boy ? '
` Kubbee -- kubbee XXXXX . '
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