Острів доктора Моро

A Catastrophe.

           

           "Icanneitherseenorhearanythingofhim,"hesaid."I’vebeenthinkinghemaywantmyhelp."Hestaredatmewithhisexpressionlesseyes."Thatwasastrongbrute,"hesaid."Itsimplywrencheditsfetteroutofthewall."Hewenttothewindow,thentothedoor,andthereturnedtome."Ishallgoafterhim,"hesaid."There’sanotherrevolverIcanleavewithyou.Totellyouthetruth,Ifeelanxioussomehow."

           Heobtainedtheweapon,andputitreadytomyhandonthetable;thenwentout,leavingarestlesscontagionintheair.Ididnotsitlongafterheleft,buttooktherevolverinhandandwenttothedoorway.

           Themorningwasasstillasdeath.Notawhisperofwindwasstirring;theseawaslikepolishedglass,theskyempty,thebeachdesolate.Inmyhalf-excited,half-feverishstate,thisstillnessofthingsoppressedme.Itriedtowhistle,andthetunediedaway.Isworeagain,thesecondtimethatmorning.ThenIwenttothecorneroftheenclosureandstaredinlandatthegreenbushthathadswallowedupMoreauandMontgomery.Whenwouldtheyreturn,andhow?ThenfarawayupthebeachalittlegreyBeastManappeared,randowntothewater’sedgeandbegansplashingabout.Istrolledbacktothedoorway,thentothecorneragain,andsobeganpacingtoandfrolikeasentineluponduty.OnceIwasarrestedbythedistantvoiceofMontgomerybawling,"Coo-eeMoreau!"Myarmbecamelesspainful,butveryhot.Igotfeverishandthirsty.

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