“AwomanoftheHillsWebeLepchasofDarjiling，butmetheycallanoutlanderbecausemyhairisasthouseest。”
TheThibetanwoman，hiswife，touchedhimonthearmgently。
ThelongparleyoutsidetheforthadlastedfarintothedayItwasnowcloseupontwilight-thehouroftheAngelusVerysolemnlythered-headedbratsrosefromthefloorandformedasemicircle。
NamgayDoolalaidhisgunaside，lightedalittleoil-lamp，andsetitbeforearecessinthewallPullingbackawispofdirtycloth，herevealedawornbrasscrucifixleaningagainstthehelmetbadgeofalong-forgottenEastIndiaCompany’sregiment“Thusdidmyfather。”besaid，crossinghimselfclumsilyThewifeandchildrenfollowedsuitThen，alltogether，theystruckwill，letthismatterstandovertillthemorning。
Onlythegodscandorightinahurry，anditmaybethatyondervillagerhaslied。”