Остров доктора Моро
A parley.
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"It’sadamnedsillyceremony,"saidMontgomery.
Bothturnedandfacedthesixorsevengrotesquecreatures,whostoodthereinthesunlight,solid,castingshadows,moving,andyetsoincrediblyunreal.Montgomerycrackedhiswhipatthem,andforthwiththeyallturnedandfledhelter-skelterintothetrees;andwhenMontgomeryandMoreauwereatadistanceIjudgedsufficient,Iwadedashore,andpickedupandexaminedtherevolvers.Tosatisfymyselfagainstthesubtlesttrickery,Idischargedoneataroundlumpoflava,andhadthesatisfactionofseeingthestonepulverisedandthebeachsplashedwithlead.StillIhesitatedforamoment.
"I’lltaketherisk,"saidI,atlast;andwitharevolverineachhandIwalkedupthebeachtowardsthem.
"That’sbetter,"saidMoreau,withoutaffectation."Asitis,youhavewastedthebestpartofmydaywithyourconfoundedimagination."Andwithatouchofcontemptwhichhumiliatedme,heandMontgomeryturnedandwentoninsilencebeforeme.
TheknotofBeastMen,stillwondering,stoodbackamongthetrees.Ipassedthemasserenelyaspossible.Onestartedtofollowme,butretreatedagainwhenMontgomerycrackedhiswhip.Thereststoodsilent—watching.Theymayoncehavebeenanimals;butIneverbeforesawananimaltryingtothink.