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Then Kŭt-o-yĭs´ entered the lodge, and when the man-eater saw him he called out, "Oki, oki!" (welcome, welcome!) and seemed glad to see him, for he was a fat young man. The man-eater took a knife and walked up to Kŭt-o-yĭs´ and cut his throat and put him into a great stone pot to cook. When the meat was cooked he pulled the kettle from the fire and ate the body, limb by limb, until it was all eaten.,"She must be a great comfort to you," says Geoffrey from his heart.,"Where's the docther at all, at all?" says he, forcing Geoffrey into a chair, and turning to Biddy, who is standing open-mouthed in the doorway, and who, though grieved, is plainly finding some pleasure in the situation. Being investigated, she informs them the "docther" is to-night on the top of Carrigfoddha Mountain, and, literally, "won't be home until morning.",As they enter, mirth ceases. A remarkable silence falls upon the group. Everybody looks at anything but Violet and her companion.,"No; he was not a draper," says Mona, gently, and without haste.,"Why, Jack and Violet, of course. They've had it out. They are engaged!","No one blames you," says Mona; "yet it is hard that Nicholas should be made unhappy.","Were I to fling up this whole business and resign my chance, and leave these people in possession, what would I gain by it?" demands he. "They have treated me from the beginning with ignominy and contempt. You alone have treated me with common civility; and even you they have tutored to regard me with averted eyes.","Had I given in, would you have been very angry?" asks she regarding him earnestly.,"Oh, I dare say," Nicholas, ironically. "You get out!","Yes, I know," said Mona, eagerly interrupting him. "And then she will put her arms round me, and kiss me just like this," suiting the action to the word.,"What a very charming dairy!" he says, mildly..