Остров доктора Моро
Montgomery’s “Bank Holiday.”
"Beast!"saidhe."You’rethebeast.HetakeshisliquorlikeaChristian.Comeoutoftheway,Prendick!"
"ForGod’ssake,"saidI.
"Get—outoftheway!"heroared,andsuddenlywhippedouthisrevolver.
"Verywell,"saidI,andstoodaside,half-mindedtofalluponhimasheputhishanduponthelatch,butdeterredbythethoughtofmyuselessarm."You’vemadeabeastofyourself,—tothebeastsyoumaygo."
Heflungthedoorwayopen,andstoodhalffacingmebetweentheyellowlamp-lightandthepallidglareofthemoon;hiseye-socketswereblotchesofblackunderhisstubblyeyebrows.
"You’reasolemnprig,Prendick,asillyass!You’realwaysfearingandfancying.We’reontheedgeofthings.I’mboundtocutmythroatto-morrow.I’mgoingtohaveadamnedBankHolidayto-night."Heturnedandwentoutintothemoonlight."M’ling!"hecried;"M’ling,oldfriend!"
Threedimcreaturesinthesilverylightcamealongtheedgeofthewanbeach,—oneawhite-wrappedcreature,theothertwoblotchesofblacknessfollowingit.Theyhalted,staring.ThenIsawM’ling’shunchedshouldersashecameroundthecornerofthehouse.
"Drink!"criedMontgomery,"drink,youbrutes!Drinkandbemen!Damme,I’mthecleverest.Moreauforgotthis;thisisthelasttouch.
