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projecting hooks, and, as I did so, my feet were grasped from
behind, and I was violently tugged backward. I lit my last match...
and it incontinently went out. But I had my hand on the climbing
bars now, and, kicking violently, I disengaged myself from the
clutches of the Morlocks and was speedily clambering up the shaft,
while they stayed peering and blinking up at me: all but one little
wretch who followed me for some way, and well-nigh secured my
boot as a trophy.
‘That climb seemed interminable to me. With the last twenty or
thirty feet of it a deadly nausea came upon me. I had the greatest
difficulty in keeping my hold. The last few yards was a frightful
struggle against this faintness. Several times my head swam, and I
felt all the sensations of falling. At last, however, I got over the
well-mouth somehow, and staggered out of the ruin into the
blinding sunlight. I fell upon my face. Even the soil smelt sweet
and clean. Then I remember Weena kissing my hands and ears,
and the voices of others among the Eloi.
Then, for a time, I was insensible.