said Mowgli , sitting down noiselessly , after sending back a deep wolf-growl that silenced the curs . `` What comes will come . Mowgli , what hast thou to do any more with the lairs of the Man-Pack ? '' He rubbed his mouth , remembering where a stone had struck it years ago when the other Man-Pack had cast him out . The door of the hut opened , and a woman stood peering out into the darkness . A child cried , and the woman said over her shoulder , `` Sleep . It was but a jackal that waked the dogs . In a little time morning comes . '' Mowgli in the grass began to shake as though he had fever . He knew that voice well , but to make sure he cried softly , surprised to find how man 's talk came back , `` Messua ! O Messua ! '' `` Who calls ? '' said the woman , a quiver in her voice . `` Hast thou forgotten ? '' said Mowgli . His throat was dry as he spoke . `` If it be THOU , what name did I give thee ? Say ! '' She had half shut the door , and her hand was clutching at her breast . `` Nathoo !
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