Hast thou not told me that some day a Red Bull will come out of a field to help thee ? Now hold all straight and ask for the holy man 's blessing upon me . Perhaps , too , he knows a cure for my daughter 's sore eyes . Ask . him that also , O thou Little Friend of all the World . ' But Kim had danced off ere the end of the sentence , dodging pariah dogs and hungry acquaintances . ` Thus do we beg who know the way of it , ' said he proudly to the lama , who opened his eyes at the contents of the bowl . ` Eat now and -- I will eat with thee . Ohe , bhisti ! ' he called to the water-carrier , sluicing the crotons by the Museum . ` Give water here . We men are thirsty . ' ` We men ! ' said the bhisti , laughing . ` Is one skinful enough for such a pair ? Drink , then , in the name of the Compassionate . ' He loosed a thin stream into Kim 's hands , who drank native fashion ; but the lama must needs pull out a cup from his inexhaustible upper draperies and drink ceremonially . ` Pardesi -LSB- a foreigner -RSB- , ' Kim explained , as the old man delivered in an unknown tongue what was evidently a blessing . They ate together in great content , clearing the beggingbowl . Then the lama took snuff from a portentous wooden snuff-gourd , fingered his rosary awhile , and so dropped into the easy sleep of age , as the shadow of Zam-Zammah grew long .
XXXXX loafed over to the nearest tobacco-seller , a rather lively young Mohammedan woman , and begged a rank cigar of the brand that they sell to students of the Punjab University who copy English customs .
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