Машина часу
Chapter 11
Atlast,onebyone,swiftly,oneaftertheother,thewhitepeaksofthedistanthillsvanishedintoblackness. Thebreezerosetoamoaningwind. Isawtheblackcentralshadowoftheeclipsesweepingtowardsme. Inanothermomentthepalestarsalonewerevisible. Allelsewasraylessobscurity. Theskywasabsolutelyblack.
‘Ahorrorofthisgreatdarknesscameonme. Thecold,thatsmotetomymarrow,andthepainIfeltinbreathing,overcameme. Ishivered,andadeadlynauseaseizedme. Thenlikeared-hotbowintheskyappearedtheedgeofthesun. Igotoffthemachinetorecovermyself. Ifeltgiddyandincapableoffacingthereturnjourney. AsIstoodsickandconfusedIsawagainthemovingthingupontheshoal—therewasnomistakenowthatitwasamovingthing—againsttheredwaterofthesea. Itwasaroundthing,thesizeofafootballperhaps,or,itmaybe,bigger,andtentaclestraileddownfromit; itseemedblackagainstthewelteringblood-redwater,anditwashoppingfitfullyabout. ThenIfeltIwasfainting. ButaterribledreadoflyinghelplessinthatremoteandawfultwilightsustainedmewhileIclambereduponthesaddle.
