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‘You can imagine how all my calm vanished. The little brutes were
close upon me. One touched me. I made a sweeping blow in the
dark at them with the levers, and began to scramble into the saddle
of the machine. Then came one hand upon me and then another.
Then I had simply to fight against their persistent fingers for my
levers, and at the same time feel for the studs over which these
fitted. One, indeed, they almost got away from me. As it slipped
from my hand, I had to butt in the dark with my head-I could hear
the Morlock’s skull ring-to recover it. It was a nearer thing than
the fight in the forest, I think, this last scramble.
‘But at last the lever was fixed and pulled over. The clinging hands
slipped from me. The darkness presently fell from my eyes. I found
myself in the same grey light and tumult I have already described.