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How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.

           Theotheranimals,intheiranimalardour,jostledmetogetanearerview.

           "Confoundyou,Prendick!"saidMoreau."Iwantedhim."

           "I’msorry,"saidI,thoughIwasnot."Itwastheimpulseofthemoment."Ifeltsickwithexertionandexcitement.Turning,IpushedmywayoutofthecrowdingBeastPeopleandwentonaloneuptheslopetowardsthehigherpartoftheheadland.UndertheshouteddirectionsofMoreauIheardthethreewhite-swathedBull-menbegindraggingthevictimdowntowardsthewater.

           Itwaseasynowformetobealone.TheBeastPeoplemanifestedaquitehumancuriosityaboutthedeadbody,andfolloweditinathickknot,sniffingandgrowlingatitastheBull-mendraggeditdownthebeach.Iwenttotheheadlandandwatchedthebull-men,blackagainsttheeveningskyastheycarriedtheweighteddeadbodyouttosea;andlikeawaveacrossmymindcametherealisationoftheunspeakableaimlessnessofthingsupontheisland.UponthebeachamongtherocksbeneathmeweretheApe-man,theHyena-swine,andseveralotheroftheBeastPeople,standingaboutMontgomeryandMoreau.Theywereallstillintenselyexcited,andalloverflowingwithnoisyexpressionsoftheirloyaltytotheLaw;yetIfeltanabsoluteassuranceinmyownmindthattheHyena-swinewasimplicatedintherabbit-killing.

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