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along as fast as a nineteenth century express train, an

endless platform of narrow transverse overlapping



slats with little interspaces that permitted it to follow

the curvatures of the street. Upon it were seats, and



here and there little kiosks, but they swept by too

swiftly for him to see what might be therein. From



this nearest and swiftest platform a series of others

descended to the centre of the space. Each moved to



the right, each perceptibly slower than the one above

it, but the difference in pace was small enough to permit



anyone to step from any platform to the one adjacent,

and so walk uninterruptedly from the swiftest to



the motionless" target="_blank" title="a.静止的;固定的">motionless middle way. Beyond this middle way

was another series of endless platforms rushing with



varying pace to Graham's left. And seated in crowds

upon the two widest and swiftest platforms, or stepping



from one to another down the steps, or swarming

over the central space, was an innumerable and



wonderfully diversified multitude of people.

"You must not stop here," shouted Howard suddenly



at his side. "You must come away at once."

Graham made no answer. He heard without hearing.



The platforms ran with a roar and the people

were shouting. He perceived women and girls with



flowing hair, beautifully robed, with bands crossing

between the breasts. These first came out of the



confusion. Then he perceived that the dominant note

in that kaleidoscope of costume was the pale blue that



the tailor's boy had worn. He became aware of cries

of "The Sleeper. What has happened to the Sleeper?"



and it seemed as though the rushing platforms before

him were suddenly spattered with the pale buff of



human faces, and then still more thickly. He saw

pointing fingers. He perceived that the motionless" target="_blank" title="a.静止的;固定的">motionless



central area of this huge arcade just opposite to the

balcony was denselycrowded with blue-clad people.



Some sort of struggle had sprung into life. People

seemed to be pushed up the runningplatforms on either



side, and carried away against their will. They would

spring off so soon as they were beyond the thick of



the confusion, and run back towards the conflict.

"It is the Sleeper. Verily it is the Sleeper," shouted



voices. "That is never the Sleeper," shouted

others. More and more faces were turned to him. At



the intervals along this central area Graham noted

openings, pits, apparently the heads of staircases going



down with people ascending out of them and

descending into them. The struggle it seemed centred



about the one of these nearest to him. People were

running down the moving platforms to this, leaping



dexterously from platform to platform. The clustering

people on the higher platforms seemed to divide



their interest between this point and the balcony. A

number of sturdy little figures clad in a uniform of



bright red, and working methodically together, were

employed it seemed in preventing access to this



descending staircase. About them a crowd was rapidly

accumulating. Their brilliant colour contrasted vividly



with the whitish-blue of their antagonists, for the

struggle was indisputable.



He saw these things with Howard shouting in his

ear and shaking his arm. And then suddenly Howard



was gone and he stood alone.

He perceived that the cries of "The Sleeper" grew



in volume, and that the people on the nearer platform

were standing up. The nearer swifter platform he



perceived was empty to the right of him, and far

across the space the platformrunning in the opposite



direction was coming crowded and passing away bare.

With incredibleswiftness a vast crowd had gathered






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