` All one . Look at it . Look at the largest piece . ' That lay with a sparkle of water in its curve , as it were a star on the floor . Kim looked intently . Lurgan Sahib laid one hand gently on the nape of his neck , stroked it twice or thrice , and whispered : ` Look ! It shall come to life again , piece by piece . First the big piece shall join itself to two others on the right and the left -- on the right and the left . Look ! ' To save his life , Kim could not have turned his head . The light touch held him as in a vice , and his blood tingled pleasantly through him . There was one large piece of the jar where there had been three , and above them the shadowy outline of the entire vessel . He could see the veranda through it , but it was thickening and darkening with each beat of his pulse . Yet the jar -- how slowly the thoughts came ! -- the jar had been smashed before his eyes . Another wave of prickling fire raced down his neck , as Lurgan Sahib moved his hand . ` Look ! It is coming into shape , ' said Lurgan Sahib . So far Kim had been thinking in Hindi , but a tremor came on him , and with an effort like that of a swimmer before sharks , who hurls himself half out of the water , his mind leaped up from a darkness that was swallowing it and took refuge in -- the multiplication-table in English ! ` Look !
It is coming into shape , ' whispered Lurgan XXXXX .
English First Hindi Kim Sahib fire left nape right swimmer