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THE ISLAND OF DOCTOR MOREAU
Thence they had hurried back to me. On the way M'ling had suddenly rushed into a thicket and driven out an undersized Ocelot Man, also blood-stained, and lame through a wound in the foot. This brute had run a little way and then turned savagely at bay, and Montgomery—with a certain wantonness, I thought—had shot him.
"What does it all mean?" said I.
He shook his head and turned once more to the brandy.
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