growing pink and warm. No Morlocks had approached us. Indeed, I had

seen none upon the hill that night. And in the confidence of renewed

day it almost seemed to me that my fear had been unreasonable. I

stood up and found my foot with the loose heel swollen at the ankle

and painful under the heel; so I sat down again, took off my shoes,

and flung them away.

'I awakened Weena, and we went down into the wood, now green and

pleasant instead of black and forbidding. We found some fruit

wherewith to break our fast. We soon met others of the dainty ones,

laughing and dancing in the sunlight as though there was no such

thing in nature as the night. And then I thought once more of the

meat that I had seen. I felt assured now of what it was, and from

the bottom of my heart I pitied this last feeble rill from the great

flood of humanity. Clearly, at some time in the Long-Ago of human

decay the Morlocks' food had run short. Possibly they had lived on

rats and such-like vermin. Even now man is far less discriminating

and exclusive in his food than he was--far less than any monkey. His

prejudice against human flesh is no deep-seated instinct. And so

these inhuman sons of men----! I tried to look at the thing in a

scientific spirit. After all, they were less human and more remote

than our cannibal ancestors of three or four thousand years ago.

And the intelligence that would have made this state of things a

torment had gone. Why should I trouble myself? These Eloi were mere

fatted cattle, which the ant-like Morlocks preserved and preyed

upon--probably saw to the breeding of. And there was Weena dancing

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