The shadow-outline of the jar cleared like a mist after rubbing eyes . There were the broken shards ; there was the spilt water drying in the sun , and through the cracks of the veranda showed , all ribbed , the white house-wall below -- and thrice twelve was thirty-six ! ` Look ! Is it coming into shape ? ' asked Lurgan Sahib . ` But it is smashed -- smashed , ' he gasped -- Lurgan Sahib had been muttering softly for the last half-minute . Kim wrenched his head aside . ` Look ! Dekho ! It is there as it was there . ' ` It is there as it was there , ' said Lurgan , watching Kim closely while the boy rubbed his neck . ` But you are the first of many who has ever seen it so . ' He wiped his broad forehead . ` Was that more magic ? ' Kim asked suspiciously . The tingle had gone from his veins ; he felt unusually wide awake . ` No , that was not magic . It was only to see if there was -- a flaw in a jewel . Sometimes very fine jewels will fly all to pieces if a man holds them in his hand , and knows the proper way . That is why one must be careful before one sets them .
Tell me , did you XXXXX the shape of the pot ? '
Look felt knows muttering rubbed said see watching wiped wrenched