The Time Machine - International World History Project

The Time Machineover. It struck my chin violently. One hand on the saddle,the other on the lever, I stood panting heavily in attitudeto mount again.‘But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my couragerecovered. I looked more curiously and less fearfully at thisworld of the remote future. In a circular opening, high upin the wall of the nearer house, I saw a group of figuresclad in rich soft robes. They had seen me, and their faceswere directed towards me.‘Then I heard voices approaching me. Coming throughthe bushes by the White Sphinx were the heads andshoulders of men running. One of these emerged in apathway leading straight to the little lawn upon which Istood with my machine. He was a slight creature—perhapsfour feet high—clad in a purple tunic, girdled at the waistwith a leather belt. Sandals or buskins—I could not clearlydistinguish which—were on his feet; his legs were bare tothe knees, and his head was bare. Noticing that, I noticedfor the first time how warm the air was.‘He struck me as being a very beautiful and gracefulcreature, but indescribably frail. His flushed face remindedme of the more beautiful kind of consumptive—thathectic beauty of which we used to hear so much. At the34 of 148