Острів доктора Моро

How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.

           

           "WhobreakstheLaw"saidMoreau,takinghiseyesoffhisvictim,andturningtowardsus(itseemedtometherewasatouchofexultationinhisvoice).

           "GoesbacktotheHouseofPain,"theyallclamoured,"goesbacktotheHouseofPain,OMaster!"

           "BacktotheHouseofPain,backtotheHouseofPain,"gabbledtheApe-man,asthoughtheideawassweettohim.

           "Doyouhear?"saidMoreau,turningbacktothecriminal,"myfriendHullo!"

           FortheLeopard-man,releasedfromMoreau’seye,hadrisenstraightfromhisknees,andnow,witheyesaflameandhishugefelinetusksflashingoutfromunderhiscurlinglips,leapttowardshistormentor.Iamconvincedthatonlythemadnessofunendurablefearcouldhavepromptedthisattack.Thewholecircleofthreescoremonstersseemedtoriseaboutus.Idrewmyrevolver.Thetwofigurescollided.IsawMoreaureelingbackfromtheLeopard-man’sblow.Therewasafuriousyellingandhowlingallaboutus.Everyonewasmovingrapidly.ForamomentIthoughtitwasageneralrevolt.ThefuriousfaceoftheLeopard-manflashedbymine,withM’lingcloseinpursuit.IsawtheyelloweyesoftheHyena-swineblazingwithexcitement,hisattitudeasifhewerehalfresolvedtoattackme.TheSatyr,too,glaredatmeovertheHyena-swine’shunchedshoulders.IheardthecrackofMoreau’spistol,andsawthepinkflashdartacrossthetumult.

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