saw their wincing attitudes and the furtive dread in their bright eyes, I wondered that I had ever believed them to be men.
"That Law has been broken," said Moreau.
"None escape," from the faceless creature with the Silvery Hair. "None escape," repeated the kneeling circle of Beast People.
"Who is he?" cried Moreau, and looked round at their faces, cracking his whip. I fancied the Hyæna-Swine looked dejected, so, too, did the Leopard Man. Moreau stopped, facing this creature, who cringed towards him with the memory and dread of infinite torment. "Who is he?" repeated Moreau, in a voice of thunder.
"Evil is he who breaks the Law," chanted the Sayer of the Law.
Moreau looked into the eyes of the Leopard Man, and seemed to be dragging the very soul out of the creature.
"Who breaks the Law—" said Moreau, taking his eyes off his victim and turning towards us. It seemed to me there was a touch of exultation in his voice.
"—goes back to the House of Pain," they all clamoured; "goes back to the House of Pain, O Master!"
"Back to the House of Pain—back to the House of Pain," gabbled the Ape Man, as though the idea was sweet to him.
"Do you hear?" said Moreau, turning back to the criminal, "my friend.… Hullo!"
For the Leopard Man, released from Moreau's
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