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"
There
are
no
other
human
beings
than
savages
within
hundreds
of
miles
,
Miss
Porter
.
He
must
belong
to
the
tribes
which
attacked
us
,
or
to
some
other
equally
savage
--
he
may
even
be
a
cannibal
.
"
Jane
blanched
.
"
I
will
not
believe
it
,
"
she
half
whispered
.
"
It
is
not
true
.
You
shall
see
,
"
she
said
,
addressing
Clayton
,
"
that
he
will
come
back
and
that
he
will
prove
that
you
are
wrong
.
You
do
not
know
him
as
I
do
.
I
tell
you
that
he
is
a
gentleman
.
"
Clayton
was
a
generous
and
chivalrous
man
,
but
something
in
the
girl
's
breathless
defense
of
the
forest
man
stirred
him
to
unreasoning
jealousy
,
so
that
for
the
instant
he
forgot
all
that
they
owed
to
this
wild
demi-god
,
and
he
answered
her
with
a
half
sneer
upon
his
lip
.
"
Possibly
you
are
right
,
Miss
Porter
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
do
not
think
that
any
of
us
need
worry
about
our
carrion-eating
acquaintance
.
The
chances
are
that
he
is
some
half-demented
castaway
who
will
forget
us
more
quickly
,
but
no
more
surely
,
than
we
shall
forget
him
.
He
is
only
a
beast
of
the
jungle
,
Miss
Porter
.
"
The
girl
did
not
answer
,
but
she
felt
her
heart
shrivel
within
her
.
She
knew
that
Clayton
spoke
merely
what
he
thought
,
and
for
the
first
time
she
began
to
analyze
the
structure
which
supported
her
newfound
love
,
and
to
subject
its
object
to
a
critical
examination
.
Slowly
she
turned
and
walked
back
to
the
cabin
.
She
tried
to
imagine
her
wood-god
by
her
side
in
the
saloon
of
an
ocean
liner
.
She
saw
him
eating
with
his
hands
,
tearing
his
food
like
a
beast
of
prey
,
and
wiping
his
greasy
fingers
upon
his
thighs
.
She
shuddered
.
She
saw
him
as
she
introduced
him
to
her
friends
--
uncouth
,
illiterate
--
a
boor
;
and
the
girl
winced
.
She
had
reached
her
room
now
,
and
as
she
sat
upon
the
edge
of
her
bed
of
ferns
and
grasses
,
with
one
hand
resting
upon
her
rising
and
falling
bosom
,
she
felt
the
hard
outlines
of
the
man
's
locket
.
