Enter ! This thing is the work of the Government . ' ' I do not fear , ' said the lama . ` Have ye room within for two ? ' ` There is no room even for a mouse , ' shrilled the wife of a well-to-do cultivator -- a Hindu Jat from the rich Jullundur , district . Our night trains are not as well looked after as the day ones , where the sexes are very strictly kept to separate carriages . ` Oh , mother of my son , we can make space , ' said the blueturbaned husband . ` Pick up the child . It is a holy man , see ` st thou ? ' ` And my lap full of seventy times seven bundles ! Why not bid him sit on my knee , Shameless ? But men are ever thus ! ' She looked round for approval . An Amritzar courtesan near the window sniffed behind her head drapery . ` Enter ! Enter ! ' cried a fat Hindu money-lender , his folded account-book in a cloth under his arm . With an oily smirk : ` It is well to be kind to the poor . ' ` Ay , at seven per cent a month with a mortgage on the unborn calf , ' said a young Dogra soldier going south on leave ; and they all laughed . ` Will it travel to Benares ? '
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