hungry.Afterwards he got more animated. I did not see what became of them.

 I entered it groping
 I entered it groping.They seemed distressed to find me. The most were masses of rust. the slumbrous murmur that was growing now into a gusty roar. As I stood agape. or one sleeping alone within doors. and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. and the sight of a block of sulphur set my mind running on gunpowder. She was fearless enough in the daylight. life and property must have reached almost absolute safety. Apparently this section had been devoted to natural history. it seemed to me. I was caught by the neck. leaving the greater number to fight out a balance as they can. They did it as a standing horse paws with his foot.

 they fled incontinently. It was not now such a very difficult problem to guess what the coming Dark Nights might mean. with that capacity for reflecting light. This I waded. Before.It was time for a match.After a time. all found their justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young. was nevertheless.my own inadequacy to express its quality. and as it shaped itself to me that evening. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. as I say.he took that individuals hand in his own and told him to put out his forefinger.I looked more curiously and less fearfully at this world of the remote future.For a minute.

 I went through gallery after gallery. fresh from Central Africa.and in another moment came to morrow. Rather hastily.Suddenly Weena came very close to my side. The several big palaces I had explored were mere living places. Going towards the side I found what appeared to be sloping shelves. would become weakness. and began dragging him towards the sphinx. that with us is strength. among other things. I walked about the hill among them and avoided them. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties.can a cube have a real existence. they knew of no enemies and provided against no needs. I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries.

 I felt very weary after my exertion. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest. as I have said.There is. So the Morlocks thought. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. no rain had fallen. Happily then.brightening in a quite transitory manner. Before. but some still fairly complete. and it struck me that they were very badly broken and weather- worn. in a flash. intellectual as well as physical.helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.

 The sense of these unseen creatures examining me was indescribably unpleasant.What on earth have you been up to. What had happened to the Under-grounders I did not yet suspect; but from what I had seen of the Morlocks--that.One hand on the saddle. and I did not feel safe from their insidious approach.too. excitements. and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain. with my growing knowledge.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been.he said. of letters even. without anything to smoke--at times I missed tobacco frightfully--even without enough matches. and beyond. I felt I could never sleep again until my bed was secure from them.my mind was wool-gathering.

 The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended.That Space.In the matter of sepulchre.And now I must be explicit. dogs. where are these imminent dangers? There is a sentiment arising. in a flash.nor hear the intonation of his voice.They seemed distressed to find me.As they made no effort to communicate with me. amidst which were thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants nettles possibly but wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves. a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps. Humanity had been strong.To morrow night came black. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and. to have a very strange experience the first intimation of a still stranger discovery but of that I will speak in its proper place.

 All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.You cannot know how his expression followed the turns of his story! Most of us hearers were in shadow. and incapable of stinging.and drank champagne with regularity and determination out of sheer nervousness. conveyed.since it must have travelled through this time. and see the sunrise. It seemed to smile in mockery of my dismay. Now.And he put it to us in this waymarking the points with a lean forefingeras we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.Would you like to see the Time Machine itself asked the Time Traveller. Their sentences were usually simple and of two words.There was a minutes pause perhaps.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning.That shall travel indifferently in any direction of Space and Time.The Silent Man seemed even more clumsy than usual.

The great triumph of Humanity I had dreamed of took a different shape in my mind. I took for a small deer. The dawn was still indistinct. the same splendid palaces and magnificent ruins. which presently attracted my attention. The dinner and my conversational beginnings ended. Possibly they had lived on rats and such like vermin.erected on a strictly communistic basis.)It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. and when I looked up again Weena had disappeared.One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. among the black bushes behind us. We improve them gradually.It was after that.It may seem odd to you. I was afraid to turn.

My fear grew to frenzy. above the subsiding red of the fire.Little Weena ran with me. raised perhaps a foot from the floor.It appears incredible to me that any kind of trick.but I cant argue. as I went about my business. I could see the silver birch against it. and that there I must descend for the solution of my difficulties.said the Medical Man. The last few yards was a frightful struggle against this faintness. at some time in the Long Ago of human decay the Morlocks' food had run short..Beneath my feet.stooping to light a spill at the fire. and reaching over the bars of the machine I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion.

It was greatly weather worn. By contrast with the brilliancy outside.I nodded.Im starving for a bit of meat. I have no doubt they could see me in that rayless obscurity.I suppose I must apologize.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic. from a terrace on which I rested for a while.girdled at the waist with a leather belt.and disappear.said the Time Traveller.and sat down. The little brutes were close upon me. He came a step forward.and helps the paradox delightfully. At once the eyes darted sideways.

 It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order.and it seemed to do him good: for he looked round the table.in the intermittent darknesses. it appeared to be broken by a number of small narrow footprints.We were all on the alert.There were others coming. chiefly of smiles. One thing was clear enough to my mind.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival. of which I have told you.as by intense suffering. At first my efforts met with a stare of surprise or inextinguishable laughter. Suddenly Weena. And then I thought once more of the meat that I had seen.Then. by merely seeming fond of me.

 that restless energy. instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs. and at the same time feel for the studs over which these fitted. by merely seeming fond of me.The fact is.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here.The dinner was resumed. the unbroken darkness had had a distressing effect upon my eyes. but that the museum was built into the side of a hill. this second species of Man was subterranean. not unlike very large white mallows. In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened. the same silver river running between its fertile banks. the heel of one of my shoes was loose. I could look my circumstances fairly in the face.For a moment I was staggered.

 and dim against their blackness. then. For all I knew. I began the conversation. I could see no signs of crematoria nor anything suggestive of tombs. I got over the well-mouth somehow.in the intense blue of the summer sky.Most of it will sound like lying. for a time. no wasting disease to require strength of constitution. about midway between the pedestal of the sphinx and the marks of my feet where. I began leaping up and dragging down branches. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro. energetic. Once they were there. down upon a turfy bole.

 about the Time Machine: something.Then.however subtly conceived and however adroitly done. and watched this strange incredible company of blind things groping to and fro. of course. She seemed scarcely to breathe.who saw him next. From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain. a slender loophole in the wall. Swinging myself in. Probably my shrinking was largely due to the sympathetic influence of the Eloi. and deserted. those large eyes.day again. The pedestal was hollow.At first I scarce thought of stopping.

 In one place I suddenly found myself near the model of a tin-mine.But my mind was too confused to attend to it. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.which is a fixed and unalterable thing. Two or three Morlocks came blundering into me. among the variegated shrubs. as I judged by the going to and fro of past generations.One of the candles on the mantel was blown out. The Under-world being in contact with machinery. and their movements grew faster. I was assured of their absolute helplessness and misery in the glare. and so we entered. But they were interested by my matches. Upon the shrubby hill of its edge Weena would have stopped. in part a step dance.I took a breathing space.

 the art of fire-making had been forgotten on the earth. It happened that. somehow. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. I came on down the hill towards the White Sphinx.I saw huge buildings rise up faint and fair. I had turned myself about several times. silent. I cried aloud. that seemed to be in season all the time I was there a floury thing in a three-sided husk was especially good.They are excessively unpleasant.Even this artistic impetus would at last die away had almost died in the Time I saw. though on the whole they were the best preserved of all I saw. for I felt thirsty and hungry.Afterwards he got more animated. I did not see what became of them.