Остров доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
Theotheranimals,intheiranimalardour,jostledmetogetanearerview.
"Confoundyou,Prendick!"saidMoreau."Iwantedhim."
"I’msorry,"saidI,thoughIwasnot."Itwastheimpulseofthemoment."Ifeltsickwithexertionandexcitement.Turning,IpushedmywayoutofthecrowdingBeastPeopleandwentonaloneuptheslopetowardsthehigherpartoftheheadland.UndertheshouteddirectionsofMoreauIheardthethreewhite-swathedBull-menbegindraggingthevictimdowntowardsthewater.
Itwaseasynowformetobealone.TheBeastPeoplemanifestedaquitehumancuriosityaboutthedeadbody,andfolloweditinathickknot,sniffingandgrowlingatitastheBull-mendraggeditdownthebeach.Iwenttotheheadlandandwatchedthebull-men,blackagainsttheeveningskyastheycarriedtheweighteddeadbodyouttosea;andlikeawaveacrossmymindcametherealisationoftheunspeakableaimlessnessofthingsupontheisland.UponthebeachamongtherocksbeneathmeweretheApe-man,theHyena-swine,andseveralotheroftheBeastPeople,standingaboutMontgomeryandMoreau.Theywereallstillintenselyexcited,andalloverflowingwithnoisyexpressionsoftheirloyaltytotheLaw;yetIfeltanabsoluteassuranceinmyownmindthattheHyena-swinewasimplicatedintherabbit-killing.
