It was a strong blow . May he who dealt it -- ' ` But for my own passions there would have been no evil . ' ` What evil ? Thou hast saved the Sahibs from the death they deserved a hundred times . ' ` The lesson is not well learnt , chela . ' The lama came to rest on a folded blanket , as Kim went forward with his evening routine . ` The blow was but a shadow upon a shadow . Evil in itself -- my legs weary apace these latter days ! -- it met evil in me : anger , rage , and a lust to return evil . These wrought in my blood , woke tumult in my stomach , and dazzled my ears . ' Here he drank scalding black-tea ceremonially , taking the hot cup from Kim 's hand . ` Had I been passionless , the evil blow would have done only bodily evil -- a scar , or a bruise -- which is illusion . But my mind was not abstracted , for rushed in straightway a lust to let the Spiti men kill . In fighting that lust , my soul was torn and wrenched beyond a thousand blows . Not till I had repeated the Blessings ' -LRB- he meant the Buddhist Beatitudes -RRB- ` did I achieve calm . But the evil planted in me by that moment 's carelessness works out to its end . Just is the Wheel , swerving not a hair ! Learn the lesson , chela . ' ` It is too high for me , ' Kim muttered . ' I am still all shaken .
I XXXXX glad I hurt the man . ' '
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