` He sickens at everything , and his mother is not here . ' ` If it be permitted , I may cure , Holy One . ' ` What ! Have they made thee a healer ? Wait here , ' said the lama , and he sat down by the Jat upon the lowest step of the temple , while Kim , looking out of the corner of his eyes , slowly opened the little betel-box . He had dreamed dreams at school of returning to the lama as a Sahib -- of chaffing the old man before he revealed himself -- boy 's dreams all . There was more drama in this abstracted , brow-puckered search through the tabloid-bottles , with a pause here and there for thought and a muttered invocation between whiles . Quinine he had in tablets , and dark brown meat-lozenges -- beef most probably , but that was not his business . The little thing would not eat , but it sucked at a lozenge greedily , and said it liked the salt taste . ` Take then these six . ' Kim handed them to the man . ` Praise the Gods , and boil three in milk ; other three in water . After he has drunk the milk give him this ' -LRB- it was the half of a quinine pill -RRB- , ` and wrap him warm . Give him the water of the other three , and the other half of this white pill when he wakes . Meantime , here is another brown medicine that he may suck at on the way home . ' ` Gods , what wisdom ! ' said the Kamboh , snatching . It was as much as Kim could remember of his own treatment in a bout of autumn malaria -- if you except the patter that he added to impress the lama . ` Now go ! Come again in the morning . '
` But the price -- the price , ' XXXXX the Jat , and threw back his sturdy shoulders .
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