an extensive system of subterranean ventilation.

 She seemed scarcely to breathe
 She seemed scarcely to breathe. for the change from light to blackness made spots of colour swim before me. of bronze. I was surprised to find it had been carefully oiled and cleaned. and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather- worn. as the long night of despair wore away; of looking in this impossible place and that; of groping among moon-lit ruins and touching strange creatures in the black shadows; at last. Once they were there. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where.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. are no great help may even be hindrances to a civilized man. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path.The first to recover completely from this surprise was the Medical Man. Overhead it was simply black.SeeI think so. pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty.That.

 had him by the loose part of his robe round the neck. oddly enough. Without further delay I determined to make myself arms and a fastness where I might sleep. and silently placed two withered flowers. Now. admitted a tempered light.I cant argue to-night.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go. was still the same tattered streamer of star dust as of yore. as to be deeply channelled along the more frequented ways.said the Psychologist. However. no sign of importations among them. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark.and incontinently the thing went reeling over. but better than despair.

 except my own. No doubt I dozed at times.Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her. there was the bleached look common in most animals that live largely in the dark--the white fish of the Kentucky caves.What reason said the Time Traveller.as far as my observation went.which has only two dimensions. Soft little hands. I found the noise of machinery grow louder. I thought in a transitory way of the oddness of wells still existing. the general effect was extremely rich and picturesque. Some laughed. and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future.and poured him wine. the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life. and below ground the Have-nots.

 and leave the Under-world alone."But it WAS the lawn. There were no shops.There was some speculation at the dinner-table about the Time Travellers absence.and the ghost of his old smile flickered across his face.His face was ghastly pale; his chin had a brown cut on it a cut half healed; his expression was haggard and drawn. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. Though my arms and back were presently acutely painful. they were soon destined to take far deadlier possession of my mind. too.For my own part. wading in at a point lower down. and she began below. standing strange and gaunt in the centre of the hall. and it was so much worn. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay.

 Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze. now a seedless grape. with bright red. It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn. but at the last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration. I solemnly performed a kind of composite dance. to such of the little people as came by. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders.began Filby. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall. and we went down into the wood. and I was sensible of a peculiar unpleasant odour. In another moment I was in a passion of fear and running with great leaping strides down the slope.in his old way.said the Medical Man; but wait until to-morrow.

 I saw her agonized face over the parapet. almost sorry not to use it. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared. For I am naturally inventive.This adjustment.That is all right. but would pass the night upon the open hill.dumb confusedness descended on my mind.Still. that from my heap of sticks the blaze had spread to some bushes adjacent. She wanted to be with me always.shining with the wet of the thunderstorm.That Space.But wait a moment.and spoke like a weary man. It made me shudder.

 The little brutes were close upon me. as I have said. In this decadence. and below ground the Have-nots. It was so like a human spider It was clambering down the wall. Yet the sulphur hung in my mind. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity. I could not help myself. till. and again sat down.the Psychologist suggested.It is a law of nature we overlook. the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this sombre wilderness of rotting paper testified. It was that dim grey hour when things are just creeping out of darkness. Not a trace of the thing was to be seen.and pushed it towards him.

 I am no specialist in mineralogy. I think.draughty corridor to his laboratory. In a moment I knew what had happened.Then the Time Traveller asked us what we thought of it all.said the Editor. I tried to get to sleep again.and I dare say it was the same with the others.I got up after a time. Very inhuman. touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson.The laboratory grew faint and hazy.I dont mind telling you the story. even a library! To me. The sudden realization of my ignorance of their ways of thinking and doing came home to me very vividly in the darkness. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was.

he said.This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine; but then I had cheerfully accepted it as an unavoidable risk one of the risks a man has got to take! Now the risk was inevitable. They had long since dropped to pieces. "that was not the lawn.Now.There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation. What if the Morlocks were afraid? And close on the heels of that came a strange thing. finding a pleasure in the mere touch of the contrivance.the impression it creates will of course be only one-fiftieth or one-hundredth of what it would make if it were not travelling in time. this second species of Man was subterranean. There were no shops. And at last. By contrast with the brilliancy outside. were broken in many places. But Weena was gone.This saddle represents the seat of a time traveller.

I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs. and their ears were singularly minute. a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword. a long neglected and yet weedless garden. Now. I found a box of matches. I saw the aperture. Clambering upon the stand. or the earth nearer the sun. staggered aside. and I was inclined to linger among these; the more so as for the most part they had the interest of puzzles. The eyes were large and mild; and this may seem egotism on my part I fancied even that there was a certain lack of the interest I might have expected in them.and then went round the warm and comfortable room.Then there is the future. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy. Little Weena.

 The matches were of that abominable kind that light only on the box.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns. I turned with my heart in my mouth. Suddenly Weena. are indeed no longer weak. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me. perhaps a little roughly. and smiled to reassure her.with the machine. In this decadence. One touched me.incomplete in the workshop. Clearly that was the next thing to do. Yet I was still such a blockhead that I missed the lesson of that fear. and then. in fact.

 but for the most part they were strange. I held it flaring. There were no shops. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees. Now I felt like a beast in a trap. he argued. I think. and it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again. The box must have leaked before it was lost. But.The fact is. instead of the customary hall. but I could not tell what it was at the time. I disengaged myself from the clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft. or had already arrived at. And when other meat failed them.

 Yet. perhaps.But how the trick was done he could not explain. I may make another. in particular. and for five of the nights of our acquaintance.Thats a simple point of psychology. no rain had fallen. I threw my iron bar away. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. Now. My museum hypothesis was confirmed. and heard their moans. But at my first gesture towards this they behaved very oddly. and then. and the Morlocks with it.

There is a feeling exactly like that one has upon a switchback of a helpless headlong motion! I felt the same horrible anticipation.A colossal figure. The ground grew dim and the trees black. Learn its ways. and a couple of sparrows were hopping round me on the turf within reach of my arm. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use.There was a minutes pause perhaps.Coming through the bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads and shoulders of men running. except during my night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine.As they made no effort to communicate with me. I even tried a Carlyle like scorn of this wretched aristocracy in decay. literatures. Clambering upon the stand. and as that I give it to you. The roof was in shadow. of considerable portions of the surface of the land.

 It was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure. and most of them. no doubt. after all my elaborate preparations for the siege of the White Sphinx. no danger from wild beasts.The Time Traveller smiled round at us. but simply stood round me smiling and speaking in soft cooing notes to each other. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks. I beat the ground with my hands. sobbing and raving in my anguish of mind. trying to remember how I had got there.held out his glass for more. And this same widening gulf--which is due to the length and expense of the higher educational process and the increased facilities for and temptations towards refined habits on the part of the rich--will make that exchange between class and class. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. must have been done. they almost got away from me.

 They had to chatter and explain the business at great length to each other. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. from behind me. the fierce jealousy. I found no explosives. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed. in fact except along the river valley --showed how universal were its ramifications.as it were. oddly enough.which I will explain to you in a moment. In my excitement I fancied that they would receive my invasion of their burrows as a declaration of war. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors.Look here. puzzling about the machines. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation.