Острів доктора Моро

           "Beast!"saidhe."You’rethebeast.HetakeshisliquorlikeaChristian.Comeoutoftheway,Prendick!"

           "ForGod’ssake,"saidI.

           "Get—outoftheway!"heroared,andsuddenlywhippedouthisrevolver.

           "Verywell,"saidI,andstoodaside,half-mindedtofalluponhimasheputhishanduponthelatch,butdeterredbythethoughtofmyuselessarm."You’vemadeabeastofyourself,—tothebeastsyoumaygo."

           Heflungthedoorwayopen,andstoodhalffacingmebetweentheyellowlamp-lightandthepallidglareofthemoon;hiseye-socketswereblotchesofblackunderhisstubblyeyebrows.

           "You’reasolemnprig,Prendick,asillyass!You’realwaysfearingandfancying.We’reontheedgeofthings.I’mboundtocutmythroatto-morrow.I’mgoingtohaveadamnedBankHolidayto-night."Heturnedandwentoutintothemoonlight."M’ling!"hecried;"M’ling,oldfriend!"

           Threedimcreaturesinthesilverylightcamealongtheedgeofthewanbeach,—oneawhite-wrappedcreature,theothertwoblotchesofblacknessfollowingit.Theyhalted,staring.ThenIsawM’ling’shunchedshouldersashecameroundthecornerofthehouse.

           "Drink!"criedMontgomery,"drink,youbrutes!Drinkandbemen!Damme,I’mthecleverest.Moreauforgotthis;thisisthelasttouch.