The priest came to the gate , and with him at least a hundred people , who stared and talked and shouted and pointed at Mowgli . `` They have no manners , these Men Folk , '' said Mowgli to himself . `` Only the gray ape would behave as they do . '' So he threw back his long hair and frowned at the crowd . `` What is there to be afraid of ? '' said the priest . `` Look at the marks on his arms and legs . They are the bites of wolves . He is but a wolf-child run away from the jungle . '' Of course , in playing together , the cubs had often nipped Mowgli harder than they intended , and there were white scars all over his arms and legs . But he would have been the last person in the world to call these bites , for he knew what real biting meant . `` Arre ! Arre ! '' said two or three women together . `` To be bitten by wolves , poor child ! He is a handsome boy . He has eyes like red fire . By my honor , Messua , he is not unlike thy boy that was taken by the tiger . '' `` Let me look , '' said a woman with heavy copper rings on her wrists and ankles , and she peered at Mowgli under the palm of her hand . `` Indeed he is not .
He is thinner , but he has the very look of my XXXXX . ''
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