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In front of and around this dejected group of prisoners were several ape-men, who watched them closely and made all escape impossible. Then, right out from all the others and close to the edge of the cliff, were two figures, so strange, and under other circumstances so ludicrous, that they absorbed my attention. The one was our comrade, Professor Challenger. The remains of his coat still hung in strips from his shoulders, but his shirt had been all torn out, and his great beard merged itself in the black tangle which covered his mighty chest. He had lost his hat, and his hair, which had grown long in our wanderings, was flying in wild disorder. A single day seemed to have changed him from the highest product of modern civilization to the most desperate savage in South America. Beside him stood his master, the king of the ape-men. In all things he was, as Lord John had said, the very image of our Professor, save that his coloring was red instead of black. The same short, broad figure, the same heavy shoulders, the same forward hang of the arms, the same bristling beard merging itself in the hairy chest. Only above the eyebrows, where the sloping forehead and low, curved skull of the ape-man were in sharp contrast to the broad brow and magnificent cranium of the European, could one see any marked difference. At every other point the king was an absurd parody of the Professor.

Un certain nombre d’hommes-singes entouraient les prisonniers, de façon à rendre toute évasion impossible. Enfin, sur le bord extrême du plateau, très à l’écart, il y avait deux figures si étranges, et qui, en d’autres circonstances, eussent été si comiques, qu’elles concentrèrent mon attention. L’une était mon camarade, le professeur Challenger. Ce qui restait de son veston lui pendait en loques sur les épaules ; il n’avait plus de chemise, et sa grande barbe sombrait dans l’obscure toison de sa poitrine ; il n’avait plus de chapeau, et ses cheveux, laissés libres de pousser depuis le début de l’expédition, flottaient en désordre autour de lui. Il semblait qu’un jour eût suffi pour ravaler cet homme, du rang éminent qu’il occupait dans la civilisation moderne, à l’indignité du dernier sauvage d’Amérique ! Challenger avait à son côté le roi des hommes-singes. Celui-ci en rouge, celui-là en noir, ils étaient, comme l’avait dit lord John, la vivante image l’un de l’autre : même forme courte et massive, même carrure d’épaules, mêmes longs bras pendants, même barbe hérissée plongeant dans une poitrine velue. À ceci près que le front bas et oblique, le crâne incurvé de l’homme-singe, formaient le plus frappant contraste avec le large front et le crâne magnifique de l’Européen, nulle différence sensible : le roi caricaturait absurdement le professeur.

The Lost World, by Arthur Conan Doyle

Le Monde perdu, de Arthur Conan Doyle