Острів доктора Моро

How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.

           

           "Ah!"saidMoreau,lettingthecurvedinstrumentfalltohissideagain.

           Immediatelytherewasacrashingthroughtheyellowcanes,andasoundofvoicesfromthedensegreenjunglethatmarkedthemorassthroughwhichIhadrunonthepreviousday.ThenatthreeorfourpointsontheedgeofthesulphurousareaappearedthegrotesqueformsoftheBeastPeoplehurryingtowardsus.Icouldnothelpacreepinghorror,asIperceivedfirstoneandthenanothertrotoutfromthetreesorreedsandcomeshamblingalongoverthehotdust.ButMoreauandMontgomerystoodcalmlyenough;and,perforce,Istuckbesidethem.

           FirsttoarrivewastheSatyr,strangelyunrealforallthathecastashadowandtossedthedustwithhishoofs.Afterhimfromthebrakecameamonstrouslout,athingofhorseandrhinoceros,chewingastrawasitcame;thenappearedtheSwine-womanandtwoWolf-women;thentheFox-bearwitch,withherredeyesinherpeakedredface,andthenothers,allhurryingeagerly.AstheycameforwardtheybegantocringetowardsMoreauandchant,quiteregardlessofoneanother,fragmentsofthelatterhalfofthelitanyoftheLaw,"HisistheHandthatwounds;HisistheHandthatheals,"andsoforth.Assoonastheyhadapproachedwithinadistanceofperhapsthirtyyardstheyhalted,andbowingonkneesandelbowsbeganflingingthewhitedustupontheirheads.

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