` But maybe there is a mistake . Who , then , made Gunga in the beginning ? ' ` The Gods . Of what known faith art thou ? ' the banker said , appalled . ' I follow the Law -- the Most Excellent Law . So it was the Gods that made Gunga . What like of Gods were they ? ' The carriage looked at him in amazement . It was inconceivable that anyone should be ignorant of Gunga . ` What -- what is thy God ? ' said the money-lender at last . ` Hear ! ' said the lama , shifting the rosary to his hand . ` Hear : for I speak of Him now ! O people of Hind , listen ! ' He began in Urdu the tale of the Lord Buddha , but , borne by his own thoughts , slid into Tibetan and long-droned texts from a Chinese book of the Buddha 's life . The gentle , tolerant folk looked on reverently . All India is full of holy men stammering gospels in strange tongues ; shaken and consumed in the fires of their own zeal ; dreamers , babblers , and visionaries : as it has been from the beginning and will continue to the end . ` Um ! '
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Hear appalled borne consumed looked made said shifting slid stammering