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… the deep folds of his yellow clothing slashed with black in the light of the parao fires precisely as a knotted tree-trunk is slashed with the shadow of the long sun, addressed a tinsel and lacquered ruth which burned like a many-coloured jewel in the same uncertain light. The patterns on the gold-worked curtains ran up and down, melting and re-forming as the folds shook and quivered to the night wind …


This is from Kim.

Kim and the Lama have camped on the Grand Trunk Road, and the Lama is talking to a chance-met old lady, enthroned in a bullock cart. It is to be an auspicious meeting.