Остров доктора Моро
Alone with the Beast Folk.
AndthereIsat,chinonknees,thesunbeatingdownuponmyheadandunspeakabledreadinmymind,plottinghowIcouldliveonagainstthehourofmyrescue(ifeverrescuecame).ItriedtoreviewthewholesituationascalmlyasIcould,butitwasdifficulttoclearthethingofemotion.
IbeganturningoverinmymindthereasonofMontgomery’sdespair."Theywillchange,"hesaid;"theyaresuretochange."AndMoreau,whatwasitthatMoreauhadsaid?"Thestubbornbeast-fleshgrowsdaybydaybackagain."ThenIcameroundtotheHyena-swine.IfeltsurethatifIdidnotkillthatbrute,hewouldkillme.TheSayeroftheLawwasdead:worseluck.TheyknewnowthatweoftheWhipscouldbekilledevenastheythemselveswerekilled.Weretheypeeringatmealreadyoutofthegreenmassesoffernsandpalmsoveryonder,watchinguntilIcamewithintheirspring?Weretheyplottingagainstme?WhatwastheHyena-swinetellingthem?Myimaginationwasrunningawaywithmeintoamorassofunsubstantialfears.
Mythoughtsweredisturbedbyacryingofsea-birdshurryingtowardssomeblackobjectthathadbeenstrandedbythewavesonthebeachneartheenclosure.Iknewwhatthatobjectwas,butIhadnotthehearttogobackanddrivethemoff.Ibeganwalkingalongthebeachintheoppositedirection,designingtocomeroundtheeastwardcorneroftheislandandsoapproachtheravineofthehuts,withouttraversingthepossibleambuscadesofthethickets.
