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           Therewassomethinguncannyandundergroundaboutitall.Itwasanunder-world.Andquiteincalculable.Howshallweunderstandthereactionsinhalf-corpses?WhenConniesawthegreatlorriesfullofsteel-workersfromSheffield,weird,distortedsmallishbeingslikemen,offforanexcursiontoMatlock,herbowelsfaintedandshethought:AhGod,whathasmandonetoman?Whathavetheleadersofmenbeendoingtotheirfellowmen?Theyhavereducedthemtolessthanhumanness;andnowtherecanbenofellowshipanymore!Itisjustanightmare.

           Shefeltagaininawaveofterrorthegrey,grittyhopelessnessofitall.Withsuchcreaturesfortheindustrialmasses,andtheupperclassesassheknewthem,therewasnohope,nohopeanymore.Yetshewaswantingababy,andanheirtoWragby!AnheirtoWragby!Sheshudderedwithdread.

           YetMellorshadcomeoutofallthis!--Yes,buthewasasapartfromitallasshewas.Eveninhimtherewasnofellowshipleft.Itwasdead.Thefellowshipwasdead.Therewasonlyapartnessandhopelessness,asfarasallthiswasconcerned.AndthiswasEngland,thevastbulkofEngland:asConnieknew,sinceshehadmotoredfromthecentreofit.

           ThecarwasrisingtowardsStacksGate.Therainwasholdingoff,andintheaircameaqueerpellucidgleamofMay.Thecountryrolledawayinlongundulations,southtowardsthePeak,easttowardsMansfieldandNottingham.ConniewastravellingSouth.