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"
Yes
,
Miss
Porter
,
they
were
--
cannibals
,
"
he
said
,
almost
bitterly
,
for
to
him
too
had
suddenly
come
the
thought
of
the
forest
man
,
and
the
strange
,
unaccountable
jealousy
he
had
felt
two
days
before
swept
over
him
once
more
.
And
then
in
sudden
brutality
that
was
as
unlike
Clayton
as
courteous
consideration
is
unlike
an
ape
,
he
blurted
out
:
"
When
your
forest
god
left
you
he
was
doubtless
hurrying
to
the
feast
.
"
He
was
sorry
ere
the
words
were
spoken
though
he
did
not
know
how
cruelly
they
had
cut
the
girl
.
His
regret
was
for
his
baseless
disloyalty
to
one
who
had
saved
the
lives
of
every
member
of
his
party
,
and
offered
harm
to
none
.
The
girl
's
head
went
high
.
"
There
could
be
but
one
suitable
reply
to
your
assertion
,
Mr.
Clayton
,
"
she
said
icily
,
"
and
I
regret
that
I
am
not
a
man
,
that
I
might
make
it
.
"
She
turned
quickly
and
entered
the
cabin
.
Clayton
was
an
Englishman
,
so
the
girl
had
passed
quite
out
of
sight
before
he
deduced
what
reply
a
man
would
have
made
.
"
Upon
my
word
,
"
he
said
ruefully
,
"
she
called
me
a
liar
.
And
I
fancy
I
jolly
well
deserved
it
,
"
he
added
thoughtfully
.
"
Clayton
,
my
boy
,
I
know
you
are
tired
out
and
unstrung
,
but
that
's
no
reason
why
you
should
make
an
ass
of
yourself
.
You
'd
better
go
to
bed
.
"
But
before
he
did
so
he
called
gently
to
Jane
upon
the
opposite
side
of
the
sailcloth
partition
,
for
he
wished
to
apologize
,
but
he
might
as
well
have
addressed
the
Sphinx
.
Then
he
wrote
upon
a
piece
of
paper
and
shoved
it
beneath
the
partition
.
