` What is he doing ? It is very curious . ' ` He is expounding holy picture -- all hand-worked . ' The two men stood bareheaded in the wash of the afternoon sunlight low across the gold-coloured grass . The sullen coolies , glad of the check , halted and slid down their loads . ` Look ! ' said the Frenchman . ` It is like a picture for the birth of a religion -- the first teacher and the first disciple . Is he a Buddhist ? ' ` Of some debased kind , ' the other answered . ` 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 XXXXX your mark together -- we and you young people .
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