He hideous old debauchee, who was howling at the top of his voice, I kept my teeth in his flesh. The monster's blood filled my mouth--a
shower of whip lashe s and blows from sticks and stones rained upon
me--yet I budged not. No more than our old war dog Deber-Trud
the man-eater

did I drop my prey.--No!--Like the dog, when I did let go, it was only to carry away between my teeth--a strip of flesh, a bleeding mouthful that I spat back into Trymalcion's hideous,