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The Crying of the Man.

           Silence,saveforthewhisperofthemorningbreeze.Ibegantothinkmyearshaddeceivedme.

           AfteralongpauseIresumedmymeal,butwithmyearsstillvigilant.PresentlyIheardsomethingelse,veryfaintandlow.Isatasiffrozeninmyattitude.Thoughitwasfaintandlow,itmovedmemoreprofoundlythanallthatIhadhithertoheardoftheabominationsbehindthewall.Therewasnomistakethistimeinthequalityofthedim,brokensounds;nodoubtatalloftheirsource.Foritwasgroaning,brokenbysobsandgaspsofanguish.Itwasnobrutethistime;itwasahumanbeingintorment!

           AsIrealisedthisIrose,andinthreestepshadcrossedtheroom,seizedthehandleofthedoorintotheyard,andflungitopenbeforeme.

           "Prendick,man!Stop!"criedMontgomery,intervening.

           Astartleddeerhoundyelpedandsnarled.Therewasblood,Isaw,inthesink,brown,andsomescarletandIsmeltthepeculiarsmellofcarbolicacid.Thenthroughanopendoorwaybeyond,inthedimlightoftheshadow,Isawsomethingboundpainfullyuponaframework,scarred,red,andbandaged;andthenblottingthisoutappearedthefaceofoldMoreau,whiteandterrible.Inamomenthehadgrippedmebytheshoulderwithahandthatwassmearedred,hadtwistedmeoffmyfeet,andflungmeheadlongbackintomyownroom.HeliftedmeasthoughIwasalittlechild.Ifellatfulllengthuponthefloor,andthedoorslammedandshutoutthepassionateintensityofhisface

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