Остров доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
Heoughttohaveahandsomebruiseontheforeheadofhim."
"Butthenwehavetoprovethathekilledtherabbit,"saidMontgomery."IwishI’dneverbroughtthethingshere."
Ishouldhavegoneon,buthestayedtherethinkingoverthemangledrabbitinapuzzle-headedway.Asitwas,Iwenttosuchadistancethattherabbit’sremainswerehidden.
"Comeon!"Isaid.
Presentlyhewokeupandcametowardsme."Yousee,"hesaid,almostinawhisper,"theyareallsupposedtohaveafixedideaagainsteatinganythingthatrunsonland.IfsomebrutehasbyanyaccidenttastedbloodHewentonsomewayinsilence."Iwonderwhatcanhavehappened,"hesaidtohimself.Then,afterapauseagain:"Ididafoolishthingtheotherday.Thatservantofmine—Ishowedhimhowtoskinandcookarabbit.It’sodd—Isawhimlickinghishands—Itneveroccurredtome."Then:"Wemustputastoptothis.ImusttellMoreau."
Hecouldthinkofnothingelseonourhomewardjourney.
MoreautookthematterevenmoreseriouslythanMontgomery,andIneedscarcelysaythatIwasaffectedbytheirevidentconsternation.
"Wemustmakeanexample,"saidMoreau."I’venodoubtinmyownmindthattheLeopard-manwasthesinner.Buthowcanweproveit?Iwish,Montgomery,youhadkeptyourtasteformeatinhand,andgonewithouttheseexcitingnovelties.Wemayfindourselvesinamessyet,throughit.
