THE MOVING WAYS
He to the of the and upward. An of at his appearance, and the movements of a number of people came from the great area below.
His was of architecture. The place into which he looked was an of Titanic buildings, in either direction. Overhead together across the of the place, and a of material out the sky. Gigantic of white light the that through the and wires. Here and there a with across the and the air was with cables. A of above him, he as he upward, and the opposite façade was and and by great archings, perforations, balconies, buttresses, projections, of windows, and an of relief. Athwart these ran and in an lettering. Here and there close to the of a were fastened, and in a to openings on the opposite of the space, and as Graham noted these a and of a man in his attention. This little was overhead across the space the higher of one of these festoons, from a little of and some well-nigh from the line. Then suddenly, with a that sent Graham's into his mouth, this man had the and through a opening on the of the way. Graham had been looking up as he came out upon the balcony, and the he saw above and to him had at his attention to the of anything else. Then he the roadway! It was not a at all, as Graham such things, for in the nineteenth century the only and were of earth, of vehicles narrow footways. But this was three hundred across, and it moved; it moved, all save the middle, the part. For a moment, the motion his mind. Then he understood. Under the this ran to Graham's right, an along as fast as a nineteenth century train, an of narrow with little that permitted it to the of the street. Upon it were seats, and here and there little kiosks, but they by too for him to see what might be therein. From this nearest and a series of others to the centre of the space. Each moved to the right, each slower than the one above it, but the in was small to permit anyone to step from any to the one adjacent, and so walk from the to the middle way. Beyond this middle way was another series of with to Graham's left. And seated in upon the two and platforms, or from one to another the steps, or over the space, was an and of people.
"You must not stop here," Howard at his side. "You must come away at once."
Graham no answer. He without hearing. The ran with a and the people were shouting. He and girls with hair, robed, with the breasts. These came out of the confusion. Then he that the note in that of was the that the tailor's boy had worn. He aware of of "The Sleeper. What has to the Sleeper?" and it as though the him were with the of faces, and then still more thickly. He saw pointing fingers. He that the area of this just opposite to the was with blue-clad people. Some of had into life. People to be pushed up the on either side, and away against their will. They would off so soon as they were the thick of the confusion, and the conflict.
"It is the Sleeper. Verily it is the Sleeper," voices. "That is the Sleeper," others. More and more were to him. At the along this area Graham noted openings, pits, the of going with people out of them and into them. The it about the one of these nearest to him. People were the moving to this, from to platform. The people on the higher to their this point and the balcony. A number of little in a of red, and together, were it in to this staircase. About them a was accumulating. Their colour with the whitish-blue of their antagonists, for the was indisputable.
He saw these with Howard in his ear and his arm.
And then Howard was gone and he alone.
He that the of "The Sleeper!" in volume, and that the people on the nearer were up. The nearer he was empty to the right of him, and across the space the in the opposite direction was and away bare. With a had in the space his eyes; a of people, and the from a to a clamour: "The Sleeper! The Sleeper!" and and cheers, a of and of "Stop the Ways!" They were also another name to Graham. It like "Ostrog." The slower were soon thick with active people, against the movement so as to keep themselves opposite to him.
"Stop the Ways," they cried. Agile ran up from the centre to the road nearest to him, were past him, strange, things, and ran to the way. One thing he distinguished: "It is the Sleeper. It is the Sleeper," they testified.
For a space Graham motionless. Then he aware that all this him. He was pleased at his popularity, he bowed, and, a of longer range, his arm. He was at the of that this provoked. The about the rose to violence. He aware of balconies, of men along ropes, of men in trapeze-like seats the space. He voices him, a number of people the steps through the archway; he that his Howard was again and his arm painfully, and in his ear.
He turned, and Howard's was white. "Come back," he heard. "They will stop the ways. The whole city will be in confusion."
He a number of men along the passage of Howard, the red-haired man, the man with the beard, a tall man in vermilion, a of others in red staves, and all these people had faces.
"Get him away," Howard.
"But why?" said Graham. "I don't see—"
"You must come away!" said the man in red in a voice. His and were resolute, too. Graham's from to face, and he was aware of that most in life, compulsion. Someone his arm….
He was being away. It as though the two, as if the that had come in from this had into the passages of the great him. Marvelling and confused, an to resist, Graham was led, thrust, along the passage of pillars, and he himself alone with Howard in a and moving upward.
