Острів доктора Моро
Montgomery’s “Bank Holiday.”
Drink,Itellyou!"Andwavingthebottleinhishandhestartedoffatakindofquicktrottothewestward,M’lingranginghimselfbetweenhimandthethreedimcreatureswhofollowed.
Iwenttothedoorway.TheywerealreadyindistinctinthemistofthemoonlightbeforeMontgomeryhalted.IsawhimadministeradoseoftherawbrandytoM’ling,andsawthefivefiguresmeltintoonevaguepatch.
"Sing!"IheardMontgomeryshout,—"singalltogether,‘ConfoundoldPrendick!’That’sright;nowagain,‘ConfoundoldPrendick!’"
Theblackgroupbrokeupintofiveseparatefigures,andwoundslowlyawayfrommealongthebandofshiningbeach.Eachwenthowlingathisownsweetwill,yelpinginsultsatme,orgivingwhateverotherventthisnewinspirationofbrandydemanded.PresentlyIheardMontgomery’svoiceshouting,"Rightturn!"andtheypassedwiththeirshoutsandhowlsintotheblacknessofthelandwardtrees.Slowly,veryslowly,theyrecededintosilence.
Thepeacefulsplendourofthenighthealedagain.Themoonwasnowpastthemeridianandtravellingdownthewest.Itwasatitsfull,andverybrightridingthroughtheemptybluesky.Theshadowofthewalllay,ayardwideandofinkyblackness,atmyfeet.Theeastwardseawasafeaturelessgrey,darkandmysterious;andbetweentheseaandtheshadowthegreysands(ofvolcanicglassandcrystals)flashedandshonelikeabeachofdiamonds.Behindmetheparaffinelampflaredhotandruddy.
