The monster which Moreau had created gnawed the quivering flesh with misshapen claws, snarling with delight. As I approached the monster lifted its glaring eyes to mine, its lips went trembling back from its red-stained teeth, and it growled menacingly. I advanced a step further, stopped, pulled out my revolver. At last I had him face to face.
The brute made no sign of retreat. But its ears went back, its hair bristled, and its body crouched together. I aimed between the eyes and fired. As I did so the thing rose straight at me in a leap. It clutched at me with its crippled hand, and struck me in the face. Its spring carried ti over me. I fell under the hind part of its body, but luckily I had hit as I meant, and it had died even as it leapt. I crawled out from under its unclean weight and stood up trembling, staring at its quivering body. |
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