Остров доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
Forthwithallinthekneelingassembly,swayingfromsidetosideanddashingupthesulphurwiththeirhands,—firsttherighthandandapuffofdust,andthentheleft,—beganoncemoretochanttheirstrangelitany.Whentheyreached,"NottoeatFleshorFowl,thatistheLaw,"Moreauhelduphislankwhitehand.
"Stop!"hecried,andtherefellabsolutesilenceuponthemall.
Ithinktheyallknewanddreadedwhatwascoming.Ilookedroundattheirstrangefaces.WhenIsawtheirwincingattitudesandthefurtivedreadintheirbrighteyes,IwonderedthatIhadeverbelievedthemtobemen.
"ThatLawhasbeenbroken!"saidMoreau.
"Noneescape,"fromthefacelesscreaturewiththesilveryhair."Noneescape,"repeatedthekneelingcircleofBeastPeople.
"Whoishe?"criedMoreau,andlookedroundattheirfaces,crackinghiswhip.IfanciedtheHyena-swinelookeddejected,sotoodidtheLeopard-man.Moreaustopped,facingthiscreature,whocringedtowardshimwiththememoryanddreadofinfinitetorment.
"Whoishe?"repeatedMoreau,inavoiceofthunder.
"EvilishewhobreakstheLaw,"chantedtheSayeroftheLaw.
MoreaulookedintotheeyesoftheLeopard-man,andseemedtobedraggingtheverysouloutofthecreature.
