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The last strokes of the bell for evening service had scarce died away / when I heard a footstep on the pebbly path, and old Pakia, staff in hand / and pipe dangling from his pendulous ear-lobe, walked quietly up the / steps and sat down cross-legged on the verandah. All my own people had / gone to church and the house was very quiet.
"Good evening, Pakia," I said in English, "how are you, old man?"