Острів доктора Моро

How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.

           

           Forthwithallinthekneelingassembly,swayingfromsidetosideanddashingupthesulphurwiththeirhands,firsttherighthandandapuffofdust,andthentheleft,beganoncemoretochanttheirstrangelitany.Whentheyreached,"NottoeatFleshorFowl,thatistheLaw,"Moreauhelduphislankwhitehand.

           "Stop!"hecried,andtherefellabsolutesilenceuponthemall.

           Ithinktheyallknewanddreadedwhatwascoming.Ilookedroundattheirstrangefaces.WhenIsawtheirwincingattitudesandthefurtivedreadintheirbrighteyes,IwonderedthatIhadeverbelievedthemtobemen.

           "ThatLawhasbeenbroken!"saidMoreau.

           "Noneescape,"fromthefacelesscreaturewiththesilveryhair."Noneescape,"repeatedthekneelingcircleofBeastPeople.

           "Whoishe?"criedMoreau,andlookedroundattheirfaces,crackinghiswhip.IfanciedtheHyena-swinelookeddejected,sotoodidtheLeopard-man.Moreaustopped,facingthiscreature,whocringedtowardshimwiththememoryanddreadofinfinitetorment.

           "Whoishe?"repeatedMoreau,inavoiceofthunder.

           "EvilishewhobreakstheLaw,"chantedtheSayeroftheLaw.

           MoreaulookedintotheeyesoftheLeopard-man,andseemedtobedraggingtheverysouloutofthecreature.

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