Остров доктора Моро

The Thing in the Forest.

           

           Iturnedsuddenly,andstaredattheuncertaintreesbehindme.Oneblackshadowseemedtoleapintoanother.Ilistened,rigid,andheardnothingbutthecreepofthebloodinmyears.Ithoughtthatmynerveswereunstrung,andthatmyimaginationwastrickingme,andturnedresolutelytowardsthesoundoftheseaagain.

           Inaminuteorsothetreesgrewthinner,andIemergeduponabare,lowheadlandrunningoutintothesombrewater.Thenightwascalmandclear,andthereflectionofthegrowingmultitudeofthestarsshiveredinthetranquilheavingofthesea.Somewayout,thewashuponanirregularbandofreefshonewithapallidlightofitsown.WestwardIsawthezodiacallightminglingwiththeyellowbrillianceoftheeveningstar.Thecoastfellawayfrommetotheeast,andwestwarditwashiddenbytheshoulderofthecape.ThenIrecalledthefactthatMoreau’sbeachlaytothewest.

           Atwigsnappedbehindme,andtherewasarustle.Iturned,andstoodfacingthedarktrees.IcouldseenothingorelseIcouldseetoomuch.Everydarkforminthedimnesshaditsominousquality,itspeculiarsuggestionofalertwatchfulness.SoIstoodforperhapsaminute,andthen,withaneyetothetreesstill,turnedwestwardtocrosstheheadland;andasImoved,oneamongthelurkingshadowsmovedtofollowme.

           Myheartbeatquickly.Presentlythebroadsweepofabaytothewestwardbecamevisible,andIhaltedagain.Thenoiselessshadowhaltedadozenyardsfromme.

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