` There are no true Buddhists among the Hills . But look at the folds of the drapery . Look at his eyes -- how insolent ! Why does this make one feel that we are so young a people ? ' The speaker struck passionately at a tall weed . ` We have nowhere left our mark yet . Nowhere ! That , do you understand , is what disquiets me . ' He scowled at the placid face , and the monumental calm of the pose . ` Have patience . We shall make your mark together -- we and you young people . Meantime , draw his picture . ' The Babu advanced loftily ; his back out of all keeping with his deferential speech , or his wink towards Kim . ` Holy One , these be Sahibs . My medicines cured one of a flux , and I go into Simla to oversee his recovery . They wish to see thy picture -- ' ` To heal the sick is always good . This is the Wheel of Life , ' said the lama , ` the same I showed thee in the hut at Ziglaur when the rain fell . ' ` And to hear thee expound it . ' The lama 's eyes lighted at the prospect of new listeners . ` To expound the Most Excellent Way is good .
XXXXX they any knowledge of Hindi , such as had the Keeper of Images ? ' '
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