Острів доктора Моро
A parley.
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"Hush!"saidMoreau,andhelduphishand.
"Iwillnot,"saidI."Theyweremen:whataretheynow?Iatleastwillnotbelikethem."
Ilookedpastmyinterlocutors.UpthebeachwereM’ling,Montgomery’sattendant,andoneofthewhite-swathedbrutesfromtheboat.Fartherup,intheshadowofthetrees,IsawmylittleApe-man,andbehindhimsomeotherdimfigures.
"Whoarethesecreatures?"saidI,pointingtothemandraisingmyvoicemoreandmorethatitmightreachthem."Theyweremen,menlikeyourselves,whomyouhaveinfectedwithsomebestialtaint,—menwhomyouhaveenslaved,andwhomyoustillfear."Youwholisten,"Icried,pointingnowtoMoreauandshoutingpasthimtotheBeastMen,—"Youwholisten!Doyounotseethesemenstillfearyou,goindreadofyou?Why,then,doyoufearthem?Youaremany—"
"ForGod’ssake,"criedMontgomery,"stopthat,Prendick!"
"Prendick!"criedMoreau.
Theybothshoutedtogether,asiftodrownmyvoice;andbehindthemloweredthestaringfacesoftheBeastMen,wondering,theirdeformedhandshangingdown,theirshouldershunchedup.Theyseemed,asIfancied,tobetryingtounderstandme,toremember,Ithought,somethingoftheirhumanpast.
