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As
soon
as
my
hand
is
taken
from
them
the
beast
begins
to
creep
back
,
begins
to
assert
itself
again
.
"
Another
long
silence
.
"
Then
you
take
the
things
you
make
into
those
dens
?
"
said
I.
"
They
go
.
I
turn
them
out
when
I
begin
to
feel
the
beast
in
them
,
and
presently
they
wander
there
.
They
all
dread
this
house
and
me
.
There
is
a
kind
of
travesty
of
humanity
over
there
.
Montgomery
knows
about
it
,
for
he
interferes
in
their
affairs
.
He
has
trained
one
or
two
of
them
to
our
service
.
He
's
ashamed
of
it
,
but
I
believe
he
half
likes
some
of
those
beasts
.
It
's
his
business
,
not
mine
.
They
only
sicken
me
with
a
sense
of
failure
.
I
take
no
interest
in
them
.
I
fancy
they
follow
in
the
lines
the
Kanaka
missionary
marked
out
,
and
have
a
kind
of
mockery
of
a
rational
life
,
poor
beasts
!
There
's
something
they
call
the
Law
.
Sing
hymns
about
'
all
thine
.
'
They
build
themselves
their
dens
,
gather
fruit
,
and
pull
herbs
--
marry
even
.
But
I
can
see
through
it
all
,
see
into
their
very
souls
,
and
see
there
nothing
but
the
souls
of
beasts
,
beasts
that
perish
,
anger
and
the
lusts
to
live
and
gratify
themselves
.
--
Yet
they
're
odd
;
complex
,
like
everything
else
alive
.
There
is
a
kind
of
upward
striving
in
them
,
part
vanity
,
part
waste
sexual
emotion
,
part
waste
curiosity
.
It
only
mocks
me
.
I
have
some
hope
of
this
puma
I
have
worked
hard
at
her
head
and
brain
--
"
And
now
,
"
said
he
,
standing
up
after
a
long
gap
of
silence
,
during
which
we
had
each
pursued
our
own
thoughts
,
"
what
do
you
think
?
Are
you
in
fear
of
me
still
?
"
I
looked
at
him
,
and
saw
but
a
white-faced
,
white-haired
man
,
with
calm
eyes
.
Save
for
his
serenity
,
the
touch
almost
of
beauty
that
resulted
from
his
set
tranquillity
and
his
magnificent
build
,
he
might
have
passed
muster
among
a
hundred
other
comfortable
old
gentlemen
.
Then
I
shivered
.
By
way
of
answer
to
his
second
question
,
I
handed
him
a
revolver
with
either
hand
.
"
Keep
them
,
"
he
said
,
and
snatched
at
a
yawn
.
He
stood
up
,
stared
at
me
for
a
moment
,
and
smiled
.
"
You
have
had
two
eventful
days
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
should
advise
some
sleep
.
I
'm
glad
it
's
all
clear
.
Good-night
.
"
He
thought
me
over
for
a
moment
,
then
went
out
by
the
inner
door
.
I
immediately
turned
the
key
in
the
outer
one
.
I
sat
down
again
;
sat
for
a
time
in
a
kind
of
stagnant
mood
,
so
weary
,
emotionally
,
mentally
,
and
physically
,
that
I
could
not
think
beyond
the
point
at
which
he
had
left
me
.
The
black
window
stared
at
me
like
an
eye
.
At
last
with
an
effort
I
put
out
the
light
and
got
into
the
hammock
.
Very
soon
I
was
asleep
.
I
woke
early
.
Moreau
's
explanation
stood
before
my
mind
,
clear
and
definite
,
from
the
moment
of
my
awakening
.
I
got
out
of
the
hammock
and
went
to
the
door
to
assure
myself
that
the
key
was
turned
.
Then
I
tried
the
window-bar
,
and
found
it
firmly
fixed
.
That
these
man-like
creatures
were
in
truth
only
bestial
monsters
,
mere
grotesque
travesties
of
men
,
filled
me
with
a
vague
uncertainty
of
their
possibilities
which
was
far
worse
than
any
definite
fear
.
A
tapping
came
at
the
door
,
and
I
heard
the
glutinous
accents
of
M'ling
speaking
.
I
pocketed
one
of
the
revolvers
(
keeping
one
hand
upon
it
)
,
and
opened
to
him
.
"
Good-morning
,
sair
,
"
he
said
,
bringing
in
,
in
addition
to
the
customary
herb-breakfast
,
an
ill-cooked
rabbit
.
Montgomery
followed
him
.
His
roving
eye
caught
the
position
of
my
arm
and
he
smiled
askew
.
