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"
Some
go
clawing
trees
;
some
go
scratching
at
the
graves
of
the
dead
;
some
go
fighting
with
foreheads
or
feet
or
claws
;
some
bite
suddenly
,
none
giving
occasion
;
some
love
uncleanness
.
"
"
None
escape
,
"
said
the
Ape-man
,
scratching
his
calf
.
"
None
escape
,
"
said
the
little
pink
sloth-creature
.
"
Punishment
is
sharp
and
sure
.
Therefore
learn
the
Law
.
Say
the
words
.
"
And
incontinently
he
began
again
the
strange
litany
of
the
Law
,
and
again
I
and
all
these
creatures
began
singing
and
swaying
.
My
head
reeled
with
this
jabbering
and
the
close
stench
of
the
place
;
but
I
kept
on
,
trusting
to
find
presently
some
chance
of
a
new
development
.
"
Not
to
go
on
all-fours
;
that
is
the
Law
.
Are
we
not
Men
?
"
We
were
making
such
a
noise
that
I
noticed
nothing
of
a
tumult
outside
,
until
some
one
,
who
I
think
was
one
of
the
two
Swine
Men
I
had
seen
,
thrust
his
head
over
the
little
pink
sloth-creature
and
shouted
something
excitedly
,
something
that
I
did
not
catch
.
Incontinently
those
at
the
opening
of
the
hut
vanished
;
my
Ape-man
rushed
out
;
the
thing
that
had
sat
in
the
dark
followed
him
(
I
only
observed
that
it
was
big
and
clumsy
,
and
covered
with
silvery
hair
)
,
and
I
was
left
alone
.
Then
before
I
reached
the
aperture
I
heard
the
yelp
of
a
staghound
.
In
another
moment
I
was
standing
outside
the
hovel
,
my
chair-rail
in
my
hand
,
every
muscle
of
me
quivering
.
Before
me
were
the
clumsy
backs
of
perhaps
a
score
of
these
Beast
People
,
their
misshapen
heads
half
hidden
by
their
shoulder-blades
.
They
were
gesticulating
excitedly
.
Other
half-animal
faces
glared
interrogation
out
of
the
hovels
.
Looking
in
the
direction
in
which
they
faced
,
I
saw
coming
through
the
haze
under
the
trees
beyond
the
end
of
the
passage
of
dens
the
dark
figure
and
awful
white
face
of
Moreau
.
He
was
holding
the
leaping
staghound
back
,
and
close
behind
him
came
Montgomery
revolver
in
hand
.
For
a
moment
I
stood
horror-struck
.
I
turned
and
saw
the
passage
behind
me
blocked
by
another
heavy
brute
,
with
a
huge
grey
face
and
twinkling
little
eyes
,
advancing
towards
me
.
I
looked
round
and
saw
to
the
right
of
me
and
a
half-dozen
yards
in
front
of
me
a
narrow
gap
in
the
wall
of
rock
through
which
a
ray
of
light
slanted
into
the
shadows
.
