Острів доктора Моро
The Man Who Was Going Nowhere
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Thegrowlingoverheadwasrenewed,sosuddenlyandwithsomuchsavageangerthatitstartledme."What’sthat?"Icalledafterhim,butthedoorhadclosed.Hecamebackagainwiththeboiledmutton,andIwassoexcitedbytheappetisingsmellofitthatIforgotthenoiseofthebeastthathadtroubledme.
AfteradayofalternatesleepandfeedingIwassofarrecoveredastobeabletogetfrommybunktothescuttle,andseethegreenseastryingtokeeppacewithus.Ijudgedtheschoonerwasrunningbeforethewind.Montgomery—thatwasthenameoftheflaxen-hairedman—cameinagainasIstoodthere,andIaskedhimforsomeclothes.Helentmesomeduckthingsofhisown,forthoseIhadwornintheboathadbeenthrownoverboard.Theywereratherlooseforme,forhewaslargeandlonginhislimbs.Hetoldmecasuallythatthecaptainwasthree-partsdrunkinhisowncabin.AsIassumedtheclothes,Ibeganaskinghimsomequestionsaboutthedestinationoftheship.HesaidtheshipwasboundtoHawaii,butthatithadtolandhimfirst.
"Where?"saidI.
"It’sanisland,whereIlive.SofarasIknow,ithasn’tgotaname."
Hestaredatmewithhisnetherlipdropping,andlookedsowilfullystupidofasuddenthatitcameintomyheadthathedesiredtoavoidmyquestions.Ihadthediscretiontoasknomore.
