I heard that thou wast the tiger-hearted one who smote the Sahib . Let him dream a little longer . Stay ! ' ` Hillwoman , ' said Kim , with austerity that could not harden the outlines of his young oval face , ` these matters are too high for thee . ' ` The Gods be good to us ! Since when have men and women been other than men and women ? ' ' A priest is a priest . He says he will go upon this hour . I am his chela , and I go with him . We need food for the Road . He is an honoured guest in all the villages , but ' -- he broke into a pure boy 's grin -- ` the food here is good . Give me some . ' ` What if I do not give it thee ? I am the woman of this village . ' ` Then I curse thee -- a little -- not greatly , but enough to remember . ' He could not help smiling . ` Thou hast cursed me already by the down-dropped eyelash and the uplifted chin . Curses ? What should I care for mere words ? ' She clenched her hands upon her bosom ... ` But I would not have thee to go in anger , thinking hardly of me -- a gatherer of cow-dung and grass at Shamlegh , but still a woman of substance . ' '
I think nothing , ' said XXXXX , ` but that I am grieved to go , for I am very weary ; and that we need food .
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