Island of Professor Menu 200

had twisted me off my feet, and flung me
headlong back into my own room.

“Ruin the work of a lifetime!” I heard
Menu say. ‘“ But I'll roast his ribs!”

I picked myself up and stood trembling,
my mind a chaos of the most dreadful mis-
givings. Could it be possible? Would he
really cook me? Did he propose to serve
me up whole, with a lemon in my mouth; or
would he make an Irish stew of me? Hungry
as I was, I did not like this idea.

I fled again into the plantation round the
corner.

I wandered until I came to a strange
kitchen garden containing a row of hot-
houses on one side, and a row of cages and
aquaria on the other. In the middle were
neat beds.

Out of one of the cages came a strange
creature—at least it began to come out,
though it appeared as if it would never
finish. It had the head and body of a
sheep, save that the body was many yards
in length. Arranged quite closely together
beneath its body were one hundred legs—

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