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Then Kŭt-o-yĭs´ tied his knife, point upward, to the top of his head and began to dance, singing the ghost song, and all the others danced with him; and as he danced up and down he kept springing higher and higher into the air, and the point of his knife cut Wind Sucker's heart and killed him.,"It is exactly what I expect to hear next," says Geoff's mother, with the calmness of despair.,"I never have such moments," interrupts he moodily.,A strong shudder runs through her frame; she grows a little heavier in his embrace. Seeing she has fainted, he lifts her in his arms and carries her out of the room.,"Eh!" says Ryan; while the other man whom she has called Carthy—and who up to this has appeared desirous of concealing himself from view—now presses forward and regards the two with lingering scrutiny.,"Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?",Its tune beneath the trees,,"You have kept your promise," returns he, solemnly, pressing her face still closer against his chest.,This brings the skirmish to an end. Carthy, seeing all is lost, caves in, and, regardless of the prostrate figure of his companion, jumps hurriedly over the low wall, and disappears in the night-mist that is rolling up from the bay.,"You have met only them, I suppose, as you belong to them.","Ah," replied the man, "I have come to you for help. Pity me. Because of what that girl said to me, I am looking for the Sun. I wish to ask him for her.","What do you mean, Geoffrey?" demands his mother, with suppressed indignation..