But with sick stones it is very different . ' He piled Kim 's plate anew . ` There is no one but me can doctor a sick pearl and re-blue turquoises . I grant you opals -- any fool can cure an opal -- but for a sick pearl there is only me . Suppose I were to die ! Then there would be no one ... Oh no ! You can not do anything with jewels . It will be quite enough if you understand a little about the Turquoise -- some day . ' He moved to the end of the veranda to refill the heavy , porous clay water-jug from the filter . ` Do you want drink ? ' Kim nodded . Lurgan Sahib , fifteen feet off , laid one hand on the jar . Next instant , it stood at Kim 's elbow , full to within half an inch of the brim -- the white cloth only showing , by a small wrinkle , where it had slid into place . ` Wah ! ' said Kim in most utter amazement . ` That is magic . ' Lurgan Sahib 's smile showed that the compliment had gone home . ` Throw it back . ' ` It will break . ' ' I say , throw it back . '
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