The mouth does not change its place.

I visit her for the last time at nine o'clock in the evening.

Matters stand exactly as they did: after six hours' consumption, the mouth is still sucking at the lower end of the right haunch.

The fluid contents of the victim are transferred to the ogress's belly, I know not how.
Next morning, the Spider is still at table.

I take away her dish.
Naught remains of the Locust but his skin, hardly altered in shape, but utterly drained and perforated in several places.