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The Reversion of the Beast Folk.

           ThenIfollowedandstoodup,almostintheexactspotwhereIhadbeenwhenIhadheardMoreauandhisstaghoundpursuingme.Butnowitwasnight,andallthemiasmaticravineaboutmewasblack;andbeyond,insteadofagreen,sunlitslope,Isawaredfire,beforewhichhunched,grotesquefiguresmovedtoandfro.Fartherwerethethicktrees,abankofdarkness,fringedabovewiththeblacklaceoftheupperbranches.Themoonwasjustridingupontheedgeoftheravine,andlikeabaracrossitsfacedrovethespireofvapourthatwasforeverstreamingfromthefumarolesoftheisland.

           "Walkbyme,"saidI,nervingmyself;andsidebysidewewalkeddownthenarrowway,takinglittleheedofthedimThingsthatpeeredatusoutofthehuts.

           Noneaboutthefireattemptedtosaluteme.Mostofthemdisregardedme,ostentatiously.IlookedroundfortheHyena-swine,buthewasnotthere.Altogether,perhapstwentyoftheBeastFolksquatted,staringintothefireortalkingtooneanother.

           "Heisdead,heisdead!theMasterisdead!"saidthevoiceoftheApe-mantotherightofme."TheHouseofPainthereisnoHouseofPain!"

           "Heisnotdead,"saidI,inaloudvoice."Evennowhewatchesus!"

           Thisstartledthem.Twentypairsofeyesregardedme.

           "TheHouseofPainisgone,"saidI."Itwillcomeagain.TheMasteryoucannotsee;yetevennowhelistensamongyou."

           "True,true!"saidtheDog-man.

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