The Island of Doctor Moreau - 2

by H. G. Wells in English Science-Fiction

II. THE MAN WHO WAS GOING NOWHERE. The cabin in which I found myself was small and rather untidy. A youngish man with flaxen hair, a bristly straw-coloured moustache, and a dropping nether lip, was sitting and holding my ...Read MoreFor a minute we stared at each other without speaking. He had watery grey eyes, oddly void of expression. Then just overhead came a sound like an iron bedstead being knocked about, and the low angry growling of some large animal. At the same time the man spoke. He repeated his question,—“How do you feel now?” I think I said Read Less