Остров доктора Моро
In the Dingey of the “Lady Vain.”
Irememberhowmyheadswayedwiththeseas,andthehorizonwiththesailaboveitdancedupanddown;butIalsorememberasdistinctlythatIhadapersuasionthatIwasdead,andthatIthoughtwhatajestitwasthattheyshouldcometoolatebysuchalittletocatchmeinmybody.
Foranendlessperiod,asitseemedtome,Ilaywithmyheadonthethwartwatchingtheschooner(shewasalittleship,schooner-riggedforeandaft)comeupoutofthesea.Shekepttackingtoandfroinawideningcompass,forshewassailingdeadintothewind.Itneverenteredmyheadtoattempttoattractattention,andIdonotrememberanythingdistinctlyafterthesightofhersideuntilIfoundmyselfinalittlecabinaft.There’sadimhalf-memoryofbeinglifteduptothegangway,andofabigredcountenancecoveredwithfrecklesandsurroundedwithredhairstaringatmeoverthebulwarks.Ialsohadadisconnectedimpressionofadarkface,withextraordinaryeyes,closetomine;butthatIthoughtwasanightmare,untilImetitagain.IfancyIrecollectsomestuffbeingpouredinbetweenmyteeth;andthatisall.
