Остров доктора Моро

           "Isitstilltobethisandthat?Ishedeadindeed?"

           "IsthereaLaw?"repeatedthemaninwhite."IsthereaLaw,thouOtherwiththeWhip?"

           "Heisdead,"saidthehairy-greyThing.Andtheyallstoodwatchingus.

           "Prendick,"saidMontgomery,turninghisdulleyestome."He’sdead,evidently."

           Ihadbeenstandingbehindhimduringthiscolloquy.Ibegantoseehowthingslaywiththem.IsuddenlysteppedinfrontofMontgomeryandliftedupmyvoice:—"ChildrenoftheLaw,"Isaid,"heisnotdead!"M’lingturnedhissharpeyesonme."Hehaschangedhisshape;hehaschangedhisbody,"Iwenton."Foratimeyouwillnotseehim.Heis—there,"Ipointedupward,"wherehecanwatchyou.Youcannotseehim,buthecanseeyou.FeartheLaw!"

           Ilookedatthemsquarely.Theyflinched.

           "Heisgreat,heisgood,"saidtheApe-man,peeringfearfullyupwardamongthedensetrees.

           "AndtheotherThing?"Idemanded.

           "TheThingthatbled,andranscreamingandsobbing,—thatisdeadtoo,"saidthegreyThing,stillregardingme.

           "That’swell,"gruntedMontgomery.

           "TheOtherwiththeWhip—"beganthegreyThing.

           "Well?"saidI.

           "Saidhewasdead."

           ButMontgomerywasstillsoberenoughtounderstandmymotiveindenyingMoreau’sdeath.