Woe is me , my head is all unshaved ! And he will surely knock off my turban . ' ' I am not a barber , but I will make shift . Thou wast born to be a breaker of hearts ! All this disguise for one evening ? Remember , the stuff does not wash away . ' She shook with laughter till her bracelets and anklets jingled . ` But who is to pay me for this ? Huneefa herself could not have given thee better stuff . ' ` Trust in the Gods , my sister , ' said Kim gravely , screwing his face round as the stain dried . ` Besides , hast thou ever helped to paint a Sahib thus before ? ' ` Never indeed . But a jest is not money . ' ` It is worth much more . ' ` Child , thou art beyond all dispute the most shameless son of Shaitan that I have ever known to take up a poor girl 's time with this play , and then to say : `` Is not the jest enough ? '' Thou wilt go very far in this world . ' She gave the dancing-girls ' salutation in mockery . ` All one . Make haste and rough-cut my head . ' Kim shifted from foot to foot , his eyes ablaze with mirth as he thought of the fat days before him .
He XXXXX the girl four annas , and ran down the stairs in the likeness of a low-caste Hindu boy -- perfect in every detail .
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