Остров доктора Моро
The Crying of the Man.
"Tellmewhatitallmeans,"saidI,inastateborderingonhysterics.
"It’snothingsoverydreadful,"saidhe."ButIthinkyouhavehadaboutenoughforoneday."Thepumasuddenlygaveasharpyellofpain.Atthathesworeunderhisbreath."I’mdamned,"saidhe,"ifthisplaceisnotasbadasGowerStreet,withitscats."
"Montgomery,"saidI,"whatwasthatthingthatcameafterme?Wasitabeastorwasitaman?"
"Ifyoudon’tsleepto-night,"hesaid,"you’llbeoffyourheadto-morrow."
Istoodupinfrontofhim."Whatwasthatthingthatcameafterme?"Iasked.
Helookedmesquarelyintheeyes,andtwistedhismouthaskew.Hiseyes,whichhadseemedanimatedaminutebefore,wentdull."Fromyouraccount,"saidhe,"I’mthinkingitwasabogle."
Ifeltagustofintenseirritation,whichpassedasquicklyasitcame.Iflungmyselfintothechairagain,andpressedmyhandsonmyforehead.Thepumabeganoncemore.
Montgomerycameroundbehindmeandputhishandonmyshoulder."Lookhere,Prendick,"hesaid,"Ihadnobusinesstoletyoudriftoutintothissillyislandofours.Butit’snotsobadasyoufeel,man.Yournervesareworkedtorags.Letmegiveyousomethingthatwillmakeyousleep.That—willkeeponforhoursyet.Youmustsimplygettosleep,orIwon’tanswerforit."
Ididnotreply.
