Остров доктора Моро
The Strange Face.
"Won’thaveyouforward!"saidMontgomery,inamenacingvoice."ButItellyoutogo!"Hewasonthebrinkofsayingsomethingfurther,thenlookedupatmesuddenlyandfollowedmeuptheladder.
Ihadpausedhalfwaythroughthehatchway,lookingback,stillastonishedbeyondmeasureatthegrotesqueuglinessofthisblack-facedcreature.Ihadneverbeheldsucharepulsiveandextraordinaryfacebefore,andyet—ifthecontradictioniscredible—IexperiencedatthesametimeanoddfeelingthatinsomewayIhadalreadyencounteredexactlythefeaturesandgesturesthatnowamazedme.AfterwardsitoccurredtomethatprobablyIhadseenhimasIwasliftedaboard;andyetthatscarcelysatisfiedmysuspicionofapreviousacquaintance.Yethowonecouldhaveseteyesonsosingularafaceandyethaveforgottenthepreciseoccasion,passedmyimagination.
Montgomery’smovementtofollowmereleasedmyattention,andIturnedandlookedaboutmeattheflushdeckofthelittleschooner.IwasalreadyhalfpreparedbythesoundsIhadheardforwhatIsaw.CertainlyIneverbeheldadecksodirty.Itwaslitteredwithscrapsofcarrot,shredsofgreenstuff,andindescribablefilth.Fastenedbychainstothemainmastwereanumberofgrislystaghounds,whonowbeganleapingandbarkingatme,andbythemizzenahugepumawascrampedinalittleironcagefartoosmalleventogiveitturningroom.
