Острів доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
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"Thedevilyoudid!Whatwasit?"
"Arabbitwithitsheadtwistedoff."
"Thedayyoucamehere?"
"ThedayIcamehere.Intheundergrowthatthebackoftheenclosure,whenIwentoutintheevening.Theheadwascompletelywrungoff."
Hegavealong,lowwhistle.
"Andwhatismore,Ihaveanideawhichofyourbrutesdidthething.It’sonlyasuspicion,youknow.BeforeIcameontherabbitIsawoneofyourmonstersdrinkinginthestream."
"Suckinghisdrink?"
"Yes."
"‘Nottosuckyourdrink;thatistheLaw.’MuchthebrutescarefortheLaw,eh?whenMoreau’snotabout!"
"Itwasthebrutewhochasedme."
"Ofcourse,"saidMontgomery;"it’sjustthewaywithcarnivores.Afterakill,theydrink.It’sthetasteofblood,youknow.—Whatwasthebrutelike?"hecontinued."Wouldyouknowhimagain?"Heglancedaboutus,standingastrideoverthemessofdeadrabbit,hiseyesrovingamongtheshadowsandscreensofgreenery,thelurking-placesandambuscadesoftheforestthatboundedusin."Thetasteofblood,"hesaidagain.
Hetookouthisrevolver,examinedthecartridgesinitandreplacedit.Thenhebegantopullathisdroppinglip.
"IthinkIshouldknowthebruteagain,"Isaid."Istunnedhim.
