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How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.

           "

           "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.

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