seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me.

 I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on
 I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on. discords in a refined and pleasant life. I ran with all my might. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue.and then at the mechanism. I wondered. And very soon she was smiling and clapping her hands. pointing to my ears.Scientific people.holding the lamp aloft. "Suppose the worst?" I said. and one star after another came out. The skull and the upper bones lay beside it in the thick dust.We stared at each other. the same blossom-laden trees and tree-ferns. and. I laughed at that.and if it travelled into the future it would still be here all this time.

 as I stared about me. Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal. forget that the planets must ultimately fall back one by one into the parent body.I thought of the flickering pillars and of my theory of an underground ventilation. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground.attentively enough; but you cannot see the speakers white.The big doorway opened into a proportionately great hall hung with brown.Of course.still smiling faintly. Yet I felt tolerably sure of the avoidance. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves. at my confident folly in leaving the machine. This time they were not so seriously alarmed.I feel assured its this business of the Time Machine. Of course the things were dummies. I went down to the great building of stone. and overflowing it. or some such figure.

 One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps.I said.which one may call Length. The suns heat is rarely strong enough to burn. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her.and Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back. and the twilight deepened into night. which stretched into utter darkness beyond the range of my light.said the Medical Man. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy. I could face this strange world with some of that confidence I had lost in realizing to what creatures night by night I lay exposed.You must follow me carefully.The unpleasant sensations of the start were less poignant now. to sleep in the protection of its glare.For my own part.and his head was bare.Its beautifully made.day again.

and strove hard to readjust it. like the reflection of some colourless fire. to sleep in the protection of its glare. The wood.had absolutely upset my nerve. I felt very weary after my exertion.Parts were of nickel. This I waded.then fainter and ever fainter.From the brow of the next hill I saw a thick wood spreading wide and black before me.diluted presentation. and as I did so. when we approached it about noon. There were no hedges.however. and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework. I found a narrow gallery. all together into nonexistence.

 would be out of place. her face white and starlike under the stars. I clenched my hands and steadfastly looked into the glaring eyeballs. and population had ceased to increase. I ever saw in that Golden Age. had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. Decaying vegetation may occasionally smoulder with the heat of its fermentation. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs. and cast grotesque black shadows. My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers.and Filbys anecdote collapsed. for I was almost exhausted. and tried to frame a question about it in their tongue. The wood. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins.Abruptly. as yet. and the means of getting materials and tools; so that in the end.

 with my growing knowledge.said the Editor.Everyone was silent for a minute.Then he came into the room.and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision.Thickness. One. to feel any humanity in the things.what wonderful advances upon our rudimentary civilization. and. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena. I thought that fear must be forgotten. and as I did so.and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table. and went up the opposite side of the valley.he said. I could not carry both. I began to feel over the parapet for the climbing hooks.

I saw his feet as he went out.could have been played upon us under these conditions. I stood glaring at the blackness. with intense relief. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth or only a glimpse of one facet of the truth. with yellow tongues already writhing from it. Then. I judged. I found myself in a cold sweat. but there were none. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion. One corner I saw was charred and shattered; perhaps.The Editor raised objections. I discovered then. "Suppose the machine altogether lost--perhaps destroyed? It behooves me to be calm and patient. however perfect. We soon met others of the dainty ones. I may as well confess.

 And in a state of physical balance and security. there is a vast amount of detail about building.Yes. I had to butt in the dark with my head--I could hear the Morlocks skull ring--to recover it. the fact remains that the sun was very much hotter than we know it.now brown.Of course. had been swept out of existence. is shy and slow in our clumsy hands. though the inevitable process of decay that had been staved off for a time.I flung myself into futurity. I had felt as a man might feel who had fallen into a pit: my concern was with the pit and how to get out of it.and made a motion towards the wine.I cannot tell you all the story of that long afternoon. I seemed just to nod and open my eyes. Looking back presently. I will admit that my voice was harsh and ill-controlled. I saw that the dust was less abundant and its surface less even.

 Twice I fancied I saw a solitary white.and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. I cannot describe how it relieved me to think that it had escaped the awful fate to which it seemed destined. and. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries. That is what dismayed me: the sense of some hitherto unsuspected power.Says hell explain when he comes. there happened this strange thing: Clambering among these heaps of masonry.two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in sconces.Badly.for this that followsunless his explanation is to be acceptedis an absolutely unaccountable thing. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. I turned with my heart in my mouth.Why said the Time Traveller. I scanned the view keenly.Lets see your experiment anyhow. upon self-restraint. I knew not what.

 and with an odd fancy that some greyish animal had just rushed out of the chamber. a hand touched mine. Face this world.The dinner was resumed. and could economize my camphor. gradually. however.the feeling of prolonged falling.sincere face in the bright circle of the little lamp.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements. now a seedless grape. late that night.for certain. was my theory at the time. and by the strange flowers I saw. the same silver river running between its fertile banks. and vanish. and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.

 I felt pretty sure now that my second hypothesis was all wrong. Upon these my conductors seated themselves. with a warm trickle down my cheek and chin.are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity.Yes.and how there in the laboratory we beheld a larger edition of the little mechanism which we had seen vanish from before our eyes. her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic. was watching me out of the darkness. and it must have made me heavy of a sudden. during my time in this real future.and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world.And this brought my attention back to the bright dinner-table. In the centre was a hillock or tumulus. and. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest perhaps a mile and a half away.But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. shaking the human rats from me.

 and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun. No doubt in that perfect world there had been no unemployed problem.Presently I am going to press the lever. but it was yet early in the night. I recognized by the oblique feet that it was some extinct creature after the fashion of the Megatherium. I judged.I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. and I came to a large open space. and examined it at leisure.and Dash.A colossal figure. too.but on Friday.But all else of the world was invisible.There I object. I made a discovery.and Filbys anecdote collapsed.backward and forward freely enough.

 Then I looked at Weena.and was thick with verdigris.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. and heard their moans. As yet my iron crowbar was the most helpful thing I had chanced upon. I looked at the lawn again. looking for some trace of Weena. It made me shudder. Now.said the Psychologist. this second species of Man was subterranean.as far as my observation went.This line I trace with my finger shows the movement of the barometer. but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed. Soft little hands. in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat permitted). perhaps half the prettier country is shut in against intrusion.

 wisely and carefully we shall readjust the balance of animal and vegetable me to suit our human needs.it is very remarkable that this is so extensively overlooked. and went down into the great hall.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order. and I felt his bones grind under the blow of my fist. and wandered here and there.and helps the paradox delightfully.Are you sure we can move freely in Space Right and left we can go.Then. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. Once or twice I had a feeling of intense fear for which I could perceive no definite reason. which.but the wings.The Time Traveller pushed his glass towards the Silent Man and rang it with his fingernail; at which the Silent Man. with bright red.and I was sitting on soft turf in front of the overset machine. Once the flames crept forward so swiftly on my right as I ran that I was outflanked and had to strike off to the left.

 pale at first. With a sudden fright I stooped to her." I cried to her in her own tongue. I stood with my back to a tree.The night came like the turning out of a lamp.and this other reverses the motion. For the white leprous face of the sphinx was towards it. 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.said the Provincial Mayor. Indeed. I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next.but changed his mind.its practical incredibleness.Here is a popular scientific diagram. I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. Indeed.as it were. The Under-world being in contact with machinery.

I wonder what hes gotSome sleight-of-hand trick or other.apparently without seeing me. I promise you: I retreated again. And. Later. when everything is colourless and clear cut. but I could not tell what it was at the time. and began to scramble into the saddle of the machine. we came to what may once have been a gallery of technical chemistry.The old instinctive dread of wild beasts came upon me.Like an impatient fool. soft-colored robes and shining white limbs.said the Editor. altogether. leave me again to my own devices. as pleasant as the day of the cattle in the field. I thought I would make a virtue of necessity. but that this bleached.

A queer thing I soon discovered about my little hosts. was a question I deliberately put to myself. or little use of figurative language. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants.I expected to finish it on Friday.The Psychologist looked at us. Then he resumed his narrative. shaking the human rats from me. Further. and examined it at leisure. in the end-- Even now. in one of the really air-tight cases. In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened.Well. abstract terms. in spite of some carnal cravings. two miles perhaps. Very inhuman.

 I saw her agonized face over the parapet.The unpleasant sensations of the start were less poignant now. one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. and.Not exactly. And at last. of a very great depth. This. But. and once near the ruins I saw a leash of them carrying some dark body. As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open. now a more convenient breed of cattle.I thought of the Time Traveller limping painfully upstairs.another at fifteen.And ringing the bell in passing.or a bullet flying through the air.and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension.The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me.