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gathering. He judged they knew Howard and not



himself, and that they wondered who he was. This

Howard, it seemed, was a person of importance. But



then he was also merely Graham's guardian. That

was odd.



There came a passage in twilight, and into this passage

a footway hung so that he could see the feet and



ankles of people going to and fro thereon, but no

more of them. Then vague impressions of galleries



and of casual astonished passers-by turning round to

stare after the two of them with their red-clad guard.



The stimulus of the restoratives he had taken was

only temporary. He was speedily fatigued by this



excessive haste. He asked Howard to slacken his

speed. Presently he was in a lift that had a window



upon the great street space, but this was glazed and

did not open, and they were too high for him to see



the moving platforms below. But he saw people going

to and fro along cables and along strange, frail-looking



ridges.

And thence they passed across the street and at a vast



height above it. They crossed by means of a narrow

bridge closed in with glass, so clear that it made him



giddy even to remember it. The floor of it also was

of glass. From his memory of the cliffs between New



Quay and Boscastle, so remote in time, and so recent

in his experience, it seemed to him that they must be



near four hundred feet above the moving ways. He

stopped, looked down between his legs upon the



swarming blue and red multitudes, minute and fore-

shortened, struggling and gesticulating still towards



the little balcony far below, a little toy balcony, it

seemed, where he had so recently been standing. A



thin haze and the glare of the mighty globes of light

obscured everything. A man seated in a little open-



work cradle shot by from some point still higher than

the little narrow bridge, rushing down a cable as



swiftly almost as if he were falling. Graham stopped

involuntarily to watch this strange passenger vanish



in a great circularopening below, and then his eyes

went back to the tumultuous struggle.



Along one of the swifter ways rushed a thick crowd

of red spots. This broke up into individuals as it



approached the balcony, and went pouring down the

slower ways towards the dense struggling crowd on



the central area. These men in red appeared to be

armed with sticks or truncheons; they seemed to be



striking and thrusting. A great shouting, cries of

wrath, screaming, burst out and came up to Graham,



faint and thin. "Go on," cried Howard, laying hands

on him.



Another man rushed down a cable. Graham suddenly

glanced up to see whence he came, and beheld



through the glassy roof and the network of cables and

girders, dim rhythmically passing forms like the vans



of windmills, and between them glimpses of a remote

and pallid sky. Then Howard had thrust him forward



across the bridge, and he was in a little narrow passage

decorated with geometrical patterns.



"I want to see more of that," cried Graham,

resisting.



"No, no," cried Howard, still gripping his arm.

"This way. You must go this way." And the men in



red following them seemed ready to enforce his orders.

Some negroes in a curious wasp-like uniform of black



and yellow appeared down the passage, and one hastened

to throw up a sliding shutter that had seemed



a door to Graham, and led the way through it.

Graham found himself in a gallery overhanging the



end of a great chamber. The attendant in black and

yellow crossed this, thrust up a second shutter and



stood waiting.

This place had the appearance of an ante-room. He



saw a number of people in the central space, and at

the opposite end a large and imposingdoorway at the



top of a flight of steps, heavily curtained but giving a




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