I was not sick : I was but tired . ' ' A lethargy that comes by right some few score years later . But it is done now . ' ` Maharanee , ' Kim began , but led by the look in her eye , changed it to the title of plain love -- ` Mother , I owe my life to thee . How shall I make thanks ? Ten thousand blessings upon thy house and -- ' ` The house be unblessed ! ' -LRB- It is impossible to give exactly the old lady 's word . -RRB- ` Thank the Gods as a priest if thou wilt , but thank me , if thou carest , as a son . Heavens above ! Have I shifted thee and lifted thee and slapped and twisted thy ten toes to find texts flung at my head ? Somewhere a mother must have borne thee to break her heart . What used thou to her -- son ? ' ' I had no mother , my mother , ' said Kim . ` She died , they tell me , when I was young . ' ` Hai mai ! Then none can say I have robbed her of any right if -- when thou takest the road again and this house is but one of a thousand used for shelter and forgotten , after an easy-flung blessing . No matter . I need no blessings , but -- but -- ' She stamped her foot at the poor relation . ` Take up the trays to the house . What is the good of stale food in the room , O woman of ill-omen ? ' '
I ha -- have XXXXX a son in my time too , but he died , ' whimpered the bowed sister-figure behind the chudder .
Have Take borne break comes forgotten led lifted slapped stamped