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Chapter 4 — Inside the Sphere
Therecamealittlejerk,anoiselikechampagnebeinguncorkedinanotherroom,andafaintwhistlingsound.ForjustoneinstantIhadasenseofenormoustension,atransientconvictionthatmyfeetwerepressingdownwardwithaforceofcountlesstons.Itlastedforaninfinitesimaltime.
Butitstirredmetoaction.“Cavor!”Isaidintothedarkness,“mynerve’sinrags.Idon’tthink—”
Istopped.Hemadenoanswer.
“Confoundit!”Icried;“I’mafool!WhatbusinesshaveIhere?I’mnotcoming,Cavor.Thething’stoorisky.I’mgettingout.”
“Youcan’t,”hesaid.
“Can’t!We’llsoonseeaboutthat!”
Hemadenoanswerfortenseconds.“It’stoolateforustoquarrelnow,Bedford,”hesaid.“Thatlittlejerkwasthestart.Alreadyweareflyingasswiftlyasabulletupintothegulfofspace.”
“I—”Isaid,andthenitdidn’tseemtomatterwhathappened.ForatimeIwas,asitwere,stunned;Ihadnothingtosay.ItwasjustasifIhadneverheardofthisideaofleavingtheworldbefore.ThenIperceivedanunaccountablechangeinmybodilysensations.Itwasafeelingoflightness,ofunreality.Coupledwiththatwasaqueersensationinthehead,anapoplecticeffectalmost,andathumpingofbloodvesselsattheears.Neitherofthesefeelingsdiminishedastimewenton,butatlastIgotsousedtothemthatIexperiencednoinconvenience.
Iheardaclick,andalittleglowlampcameintobeing.
IsawCavor’sface,aswhiteasIfeltmyowntobe.Weregardedoneanotherinsilence.
