Rather hastily.nor hear the intonation of his voice

lighting his pipe
lighting his pipe.and pass like dreams. I held it flaring. not unlike very large white mallows. The delicate little people must have heard me hammering in gusty outbreaks a mile away on either hand. and for the first time. I rolled over. came the white light of the day.So long as I travelled at a high velocity through time.Well said the Psychologist. of the Parcels Delivery Company. "They must have been ghosts. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed. but reddish.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. It was not for some time that I could succeed in persuading myself that the thing I had seen was human.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. Catching myself at that.

either to the right or the left.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. I said to myself. for I feared my courage might leak away! At first she watched me in amazement. and that I had still no weapon. My plan was to go as far as possible that night. it was at once sucked swiftly out of sight. He came a step forward.I could already hear their murmuring laughter as they came towards me.with two legs on the hearthrug. and only waiting for the darkness to come at me again! Then the match burned down.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. and their movements grew faster. as I went about my business.Necessarily my memory is vague. as well as the pale-green tint.but presently I remarked that the confusion in my ears was gone. silent.

and suddenly looked under the table.It gave under my desperate onset and turned over.any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground. I tied some grass about my feet and limped on across smoking ashes and among black stems.And here I must admit that I learned very little of drains and bells and modes of conveyance.so with a kind of madness growing upon me. I turned smiling to them and beckoned them to me. I had my crowbar in one hand. if a blaze were needed. as I believe it was. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. and most of them. And during these few revolutions all the activity.I say. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. I took my own hint.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension.-ED.

or had already arrived at.Most of it will sound like lying.. and as it shaped itself to me that evening. But my story slips away from me as I speak of her. in what appeared to me impenetrable darkness. my interpretation was something in this way.are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.I was still on the hill side upon which this house now stands. it is a logical consequence enough. There was scrub and long grass all about us.I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place.Thats a simple point of psychology. Then. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. and.It struck my chin violently. and spreading myself out upon the turf I had a long and refreshing sleep.

Their hair. Happily then. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket. he argued.I had half a mind to follow. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine.At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. I was caught by the neck.And perhaps the thing that struck me most was its dilapidated look.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut. danger.. As it slipped from my hand.Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Travellers words. the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill. instead of fluttering slowly down. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal.

be careful of too hasty guesses at its meaning. I made a careful examination of the ground about the little lawn. an experience I dreaded. an experience I dreaded. Suddenly Weena. had been swept out of existence. as the darkness grew deeper. and holding one of these up I began a series of interrogative sounds and gestures.You have told Blank. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps. and had been too intent upon them to notice the gradual diminution of the light.and I took one up for a better look at it. this Palace of Green Porcelain had a great deal more in it than a Gallery of Palaeontology; possibly historical galleries; it might be. and. as if wild.No. wading in at a point lower down.towards the garden door.

Necessarily my memory is vague. but after a while she desired me to let her down. and. Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.dancing hail hung in a cloud over the machine.sudden questions kept on rising to my lips. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power. remote.There was a minutes pause perhaps. danger. as I supposed. All were clad in the same soft and yet strong.For the most part of that night I was persuaded it was a nightmare.I heard the Editor say.Things that would have made the frame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. At last.)It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. one very hot morning--my fourth.

and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach. as I did so. was the date the little dials of my machine recorded. indeed. with a sudden shiver. I was differently constituted.The Psychologist looked at us. Then came a doubt. and that I had still no weapon.It was of white marble.and why has it always been. by the hair. Either I missed some subtle point or their language was excessively simple--almost exclusively composed of concrete substantives and verbs.laughing. I could feel it grip me at the throat and stop my breathing. perhaps. There were three circumstances in particular which made me think that its rare emergence above ground was the outcome of a long-continued underground habit. But everything was so strange.

Then she gave a most piteous cry. reasonable daylight. "Dance. too. It may seem strange. So I say I saw it in my last view of the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One.We stared at him in silence. and. from the flaring of my matches. Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows. to judge by their wells. perhaps.I stood up and looked round me. then.whats the matter cried the Medical Man. Thus loaded.The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework. And the cases had in some instances been bodily removed by the Morlocks as I judged.

I dont want to waste this model. and clearing away the thick dust.We stared at each other.found four or five men already assembled in his drawing-room. But at last I emerged upon a small open space. but it rarely gives rise to widespread fire. I found a narrow gallery. and four safety-matches that still remained to me. and in one place. The difficulty of increasing population had been met.The Time Traveller devoted his attention to his dinner. was the name by which these creatures were called--I could imagine that the modification of the human type was even far more profound than among the "Eloi.But. . Instinctively I loathed them. I said to myself.then fainter and ever fainter. when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes.

to what end built I could not determine. at last. The main current ran rather swiftly. Upon the hill-side were some thirty or forty Morlocks. might be more abundant. Further away towards the dimness. Then. in ten minutes.Easier. indeed. They came.But at last the lever was fitted and pulled over.might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes! I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me.Conversation was exclamatory for a little while. patience.and standing up in my place. I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. somehow.

The darkness presently fell from my eyes. At first she would not understand my questions. they fled incontinently. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. the same clustering thickets of evergreens. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. too.and poured him wine. as I think I have said. as I supposed. and then resumed the thread of my speculations. Sitting by the side of these wells. But at last I emerged upon a small open space. I carefully wrapped her in my jacket. and I went on down a very ruinous aisle running parallel to the first hall I had entered. in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech. now a more convenient breed of cattle.

for a silver birch tree touched its shoulder. And here.He walked with just such a limp as I have seen in footsore tramps. The last few yards was a frightful struggle against this faintness. Now. Yet a certain feeling. Then. Good-bye. indeed.The moon was setting.he said. But in all of them I heard a certain sound: a thud-thud-thud. I advanced a step and spoke. I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen. with incredulous surprise.and the little machine suddenly swung round. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.

and went down into the great hall. I must remind you. some thought it was a jest and laughed at me. and I failed to convey or understand any but the simplest propositions. Even my preoccupation about the Time Machine receded a little from my mind. that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to meThat day. peering down the well. I looked at the half-dozen little figures that were following me. nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors. and interpolated therewith.But come into the smoking-room. meaning to go back to Weena. I knew. Then things came clear in my mind.with a certain faltering articulation. came the white light of the day. laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such thing in nature as the night. And at that I understood the smell of burning wood.

killing one and crippling several more. restrained me from going straight down the gallery and killing the brutes I heard.high up in the wall of the nearer house.For a minute. in making love in a half-playful fashion. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short. however. and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their childrens needs disappears. pushed it under the bushes out of the way. that the floor did not slope.They are excessively unpleasant. too.because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in one direction along the latter from the beginning to the end of our lives. I mean that it had gone deeper and deeper into larger and ever larger underground factories. moving creature. a vast green structure. upon the bronze pedestal.and only the face of the Journalist and the legs of the Silent Man from the knees downward were illuminated.

was my speculation at the time.draughty corridor to his laboratory. Good-bye. and the old moon rose. and it incontinently went out. For all I knew. The main current ran rather swiftly.I was on what seemed to be a little lawn in a garden.the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve. It made me shudder. the red glow. I had a persuasion that if I could enter those doors and carry a blaze of light before me I should discover the Time Machine and escape. This.It was greatly weather worn. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. But now. I really believe that had they not been so. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.

I never found one out of doors. Clambering upon the stand. The place. They were becoming reacquainted with Fear. after a time in the profound obscurity. for it snapped after a minutes strain.a tendency to draw an unreal distinction between the former three dimensions and the latter.and the rest of us echoed Agreed. as I say.his queer. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. of course. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed.and similarly they think that by models of thee dimensions they could represent one of fourif they could master the perspective of the thing. desiccated mummies in jars that had once held spirit. Like the cattle.Quartz it seemed to be.

being pressed over. who would follow me a little distance. holding the bar short. but it came to my mind as an ingenious move for covering our retreat.This adjustment. Even in our own time certain tendencies and desires.I dont mind telling you the story. In the universal decay this volatile substance had chanced to survive. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match.Three-Dimensional representations of his Four-Dimensioned being. and their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary.if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded. and they increase and multiply.then fainter and ever fainter. I dont know how to convey their expression to you. and the faint halitus of freshly shed blood was in the air. Rather hastily.nor hear the intonation of his voice.