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DOCTOR MOREAU EXPLAINS
"And now, Prendick, I will explain," said Doctor Moreau, so soon as we had eaten and drunk. "I must confess you are the most dictatorial guest I ever entertained. I warn you that this is the last I do to oblige you. The next thing you threaten to commit suicide about I shan't do—even at some personal inconvenience."
He sat in my deck chair, a cigar half consumed in his white dexterous-looking fingers. The light of the swinging lamp fell on his white hair; he stared through the little window out at the starlight. I sat as far away from him as possible, the table between us and the revolvers to hand. Montgomery was not present. I did not yet care to be with the two of them in such a little room.
"You admit that vivisected human being, as you called it, is after all only the puma?" said Moreau. He had made me visit that horror in the inner room to assure myself of its inhumanity.
"It is the puma," I said, "still alive, but cut and mutilated as I pray I may never see living flesh again. Of all vile———"
"Never mind that," said Moreau. "At least spare me those youthful horrors. Montgomery used to be just the same. You admit it is the puma. Now be quiet while I reel off my physiological lecture to
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