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 			<p>“I must stop it.”</p>
 			<p>“But not if it puts you out. After all, I had no business⁠—it’s something of a liberty.”</p>
 			<p>“Not at all, sir,” he said, “not at all. I am greatly indebted to you. I should guard myself against these things. In future I will. Could I trouble you⁠—once again? That noise?”</p>
-			<p>“Something like this,” I said. “Zuzzoo, zuzzoo. But really, you know⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“Something like this,” I said. “<i>Zuzzoo, zuzzoo</i>. But really, you know⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“I am greatly obliged to you. In fact, I know I am getting absurdly absentminded. You are quite justified, sir⁠—perfectly justified. Indeed, I am indebted to you. The thing shall end. And now, sir, I have already brought you further than I should have done.”</p>
 			<p>“I do hope my impertinence⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Not at all, sir, not at all.”</p>
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 			<p>I made an interrogative noise.</p>
 			<p>“You have completely cured me of that ridiculous habit of humming,” he explained.</p>
 			<p>I think I said I was glad to be of any service to him, and he turned away.</p>
-			<p>Immediately the train of thought that our conversation had suggested must have resumed its sway. His arms began to wave in their former fashion. The faint echo of “zuzzoo” came back to me on the breeze.⁠ ⁠…</p>
+			<p>Immediately the train of thought that our conversation had suggested must have resumed its sway. His arms began to wave in their former fashion. The faint echo of “<i>zuzzoo</i>” came back to me on the breeze.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>Well, after all, that was not my affair.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>He came the next day, and again the next day after that, and delivered two lectures on physics to our mutual satisfaction. He talked with an air of being extremely lucid about the “ether,” and “tubes of force,” and “gravitational potential,” and things like that, and I sat in my other folding-chair and said, “Yes,” “Go on,” “I follow you,” to keep him going. It was tremendously difficult stuff, but I do not think he ever suspected how much I did not understand him. There were moments when I doubted whether I was well employed, but at any rate I was resting from that confounded play. Now and then things gleamed on me clearly for a space, only to vanish just when I thought I had hold of them. Sometimes my attention failed altogether, and I would give it up and sit and stare at him, wondering whether, after all, it would not be better to use him as a central figure in a good farce and let all this other stuff slide. And then, perhaps, I would catch on again for a bit.</p>
 			<p>At the earliest opportunity I went to see his house. It was large and carelessly furnished; there were no servants other than his three assistants, and his dietary and private life were characterised by a philosophical simplicity. He was a water-drinker, a vegetarian, and all those logical disciplinary things. But the sight of his equipment settled many doubts. It looked like business from cellar to attic⁠—an amazing little place to find in an out-of-the-way village. The ground-floor rooms contained benches and apparatus, the bakehouse and scullery boiler had developed into respectable furnaces, dynamos occupied the cellar, and there was a gasometer in the garden. He showed it to me with all the confiding zest of a man who has been living too much alone. His seclusion was overflowing now in an excess of confidence, and I had the good luck to be the recipient.</p>

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 			<p>“That is all we can do,” I said, without any alacrity to begin our hunt. “I wish this confounded spike bush did not grow so fast!”</p>
 			<p>“That’s just it,” said Cavor. “But it <em>was</em> lying on a bank of snow.”</p>
 			<p>I stared about me in the vain hope of recognising some knoll or shrub that had been near the sphere. But everywhere was a confusing sameness, everywhere the aspiring bushes, the distending fungi, the dwindling snow banks, steadily and inevitably changed. The sun scorched and stung, the faintness of an unaccountable hunger mingled with our infinite perplexity. And even as we stood there, confused and lost amidst unprecedented things, we became aware for the first time of a sound upon the moon other than the stir of the growing plants, the faint sighing of the wind, or those that we ourselves had made.</p>
-			<p>Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠…</p>
+			<p><i>Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠…</i></p>
 			<p>It came from beneath our feet, a sound in the earth. We seemed to hear it with our feet as much as with our ears. Its dull resonance was muffled by distance, thick with the quality of intervening substance. No sound that I can imagine could have astonished us more, or have changed more completely the quality of things about us. For this sound, rich, slow, and deliberate, seemed to us as though it could be nothing but the striking of some gigantic buried clock.</p>
-			<p>Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠…</p>
+			<p><i>Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠…</i></p>
 			<p>Sound suggestive of still cloisters, of sleepless nights in crowded cities, of vigils and the awaited hour, of all that is orderly and methodical in life, booming out pregnant and mysterious in this fantastic desert! To the eye everything was unchanged: the desolation of bushes and cacti waving silently in the wind, stretched unbroken to the distant cliffs, the still dark sky was empty overhead, and the hot sun hung and burned. And through it all, a warning, a threat, throbbed this enigma of sound.</p>
-			<p>Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠…</p>
+			<p><i>Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠… Boom⁠ ⁠…</i></p>
 			<p>We questioned one another in faint and faded voices. “A clock?”</p>
 			<p>“Like a clock!”</p>
 			<p>“What is it?”</p>

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 			<p>I followed, trying to look as subdued as possible, and feeling at the chains about my wrists. My blood was boiling. I noted nothing more of that cavern, though it seemed to take a long time before we had marched across it, or if I noted anything I forgot it as I saw it. My thoughts were concentrated, I think, upon my chains and the Selenites, and particularly upon the helmeted ones with the goads. At first they marched parallel with us, and at a respectful distance, but presently they were overtaken by three others, and then they drew nearer, until they were within arm’s length again. I winced like a beaten horse as they came near to us. The shorter, thicker Selenite marched at first on our right flank, but presently came in front of us again.</p>
 			<p>How well the picture of that grouping has bitten into my brain; the back of Cavor’s downcast head just in front of me, and the dejected droop of his shoulders, and our guide’s gaping visage, perpetually jerking about him, and the goad-bearers on either side, watchful, yet open-mouthed⁠—a blue monochrome. And, after all, I <em>do</em> remember one other thing besides the purely personal affair, which is, that a sort of gutter came presently across the floor of the cavern, and then ran along by the side of the path of rock we followed. And it was full of that same bright blue luminous stuff that flowed out of the great machine. I walked close beside it, and I can testify it radiated not a particle of heat. It was brightly shining, and yet it was neither warmer nor colder than anything else in the cavern.</p>
 			<p>Clang, clang, clang, we passed right under the thumping levers of another vast machine, and so came at last to a wide tunnel, in which we could even hear the pad, pad of our shoeless feet, and which, save for the trickling thread of blue to the right of us, was quite unlit. The shadows made gigantic travesties of our shapes and those of the Selenites on the irregular wall and roof of the tunnel. Ever and again crystals in the walls of the tunnel scintillated like gems, ever and again the tunnel expanded into a stalactitic cavern, or gave off branches that vanished into darkness.</p>
-			<p>We seemed to be marching down that tunnel for a long time. “Trickle, trickle,” went the flowing light very softly, and our footfalls and their echoes made an irregular paddle, paddle. My mind settled down to the question of my chains. If I were to slip off one turn <em>so</em>, and then to twist it <em>so</em>.⁠ ⁠…</p>
+			<p>We seemed to be marching down that tunnel for a long time. “<i>Trickle, trickle,</i>” went the flowing light very softly, and our footfalls and their echoes made an irregular paddle, paddle. My mind settled down to the question of my chains. If I were to slip off one turn <em>so</em>, and then to twist it <em>so</em>.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>If I tried to do it very gradually, would they see I was slipping my wrist out of the looser turn? If they did, what would they do?</p>
 			<p>“Bedford,” said Cavor, “it goes down. It keeps on going down.”</p>
 			<p>His remark roused me from my sullen preoccupation.</p>

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 			<p>I do not know how far we clambered before we came to the grating. It may be we ascended only a few hundred feet, but at the time it seemed to me we might have hauled and jammed and hopped and wedged ourselves through a mile or more of vertical ascent. Whenever I recall that time, there comes into my head the heavy clank of our golden chains that followed every movement. Very soon my knuckles and knees were raw, and I had a bruise on one cheek. After a time the first violence of our efforts diminished, and our movements became more deliberate and less painful. The noise of the pursuing Selenites had died away altogether. It seemed almost as though they had not traced us up the crack after all, in spite of the telltale heap of broken fungi that must have lain beneath it. At times the cleft narrowed so much that we could scarce squeeze up it; at others it expanded into great drusy cavities, studded with prickly crystals, or thickly beset with dull, shining fungoid pimples. Sometimes it twisted spirally, and at other times slanted down nearly to the horizontal direction. Ever and again there was the intermittent drip and trickle of water by us. Once or twice it seemed to us that small living things had rustled out of our reach, but what they were we never saw. They may have been venomous beasts for all I know, but they did us no harm, and we were now tuned to a pitch when a weird creeping thing more or less mattered little. And at last, far above, came the familiar bluish light again, and then we saw that it filtered through a grating that barred our way.</p>
 			<p>We whispered as we pointed this out to one another, and became more and more cautious in our ascent. Presently we were close under the grating, and by pressing my face against its bars I could see a limited portion of the cavern beyond. It was clearly a large space, and lit no doubt by some rivulet of the same blue light that we had seen flow from the beating machinery. An intermittent trickle of water dropped ever and again between the bars near my face.</p>
 			<p>My first endeavour was naturally to see what might be upon the floor of the cavern, but our grating lay in a depression whose rim hid all this from our eyes. Our foiled attention then fell back upon the suggestion of the various sounds we heard, and presently my eye caught a number of faint shadows that played across the dim roof far overhead.</p>
-			<p>Indisputably there were several Selenites, perhaps a considerable number, in this space, for we could hear the noises of their intercourse, and faint sounds that I identified as their footfalls. There was also a succession of regularly repeated sounds⁠—chid, chid, chid⁠—which began and ceased, suggestive of a knife or spade hacking at some soft substance. Then came a clank as if of chains, a whistle and a rumble as of a truck running over a hollowed place, and then again that chid, chid, chid resumed. The shadows told of shapes that moved quickly and rhythmically, in agreement with that regular sound, and rested when it ceased.</p>
+			<p>Indisputably there were several Selenites, perhaps a considerable number, in this space, for we could hear the noises of their intercourse, and faint sounds that I identified as their footfalls. There was also a succession of regularly repeated sounds⁠—<i>chid, chid, chid</i>⁠—which began and ceased, suggestive of a knife or spade hacking at some soft substance. Then came a clank as if of chains, a whistle and a rumble as of a truck running over a hollowed place, and then again that <i>chid, chid, chid</i> resumed. The shadows told of shapes that moved quickly and rhythmically, in agreement with that regular sound, and rested when it ceased.</p>
 			<p>We put our heads close together, and began to discuss these things in noiseless whispers.</p>
 			<p>“They are occupied,” I said, “they are occupied in some way.”</p>
 			<p>“Yes.”</p>
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 			<p>“There might be a chance to parley,” said Cavor.</p>
 			<p>“No,” I said. “Not as we are.”</p>
 			<p>For a space we remained, each occupied by his own thoughts.</p>
-			<p>Chid, chid, chid went the chopping, and the shadows moved to and fro.</p>
+			<p><i>chid, chid, chid</i> went the chopping, and the shadows moved to and fro.</p>
 			<p>I looked at the grating. “It’s flimsy,” I said. “We might bend two of the bars and crawl through.”</p>
 			<p>We wasted a little time in vague discussion. Then I took one of the bars in both hands, and got my feet up against the rock until they were almost on a level with my head, and so thrust against the bar. It bent so suddenly that I almost slipped. I clambered about and bent the adjacent bar in the opposite direction, and then took the luminous fungus from my pocket and dropped it down the fissure.</p>
 			<p>“Don’t do anything hastily,” whispered Cavor, as I twisted myself up through the opening I had enlarged. I had a glimpse of busy figures as I came through the grating, and immediately bent down, so that the rim of the depression in which the grating lay hid me from their eyes, and so lay flat, signalling advice to Cavor as he also prepared to come through. Presently we were side by side in the depression, peering over the edge at the cavern and its occupants.</p>
-			<p>It was a much larger cavern than we had supposed from our first glimpse of it, and we looked up from the lowest portion of its sloping floor. It widened out as it receded from us, and its roof came down and hid the remoter portion altogether. And lying in a line along its length, vanishing at last far away in that tremendous perspective, were a number of huge shapes, huge pallid hulls, upon which the Selenites were busy. At first they seemed big white cylinders of vague import. Then I noted the heads upon them lying towards us, eyeless and skinless like the heads of sheep at a butcher’s, and perceived they were the carcasses of mooncalves being cut up, much as the crew of a whaler might cut up a moored whale. They were cutting off the flesh in strips, and on some of the farther trunks the white ribs were showing. It was the sound of their hatchets that made that chid, chid. Some way away a thing like a trolley cable, drawn and loaded with chunks of lax meat, was running up the slope of the cavern floor. This enormous long avenue of hulls that were destined to be food, gave us a sense of the vast populousness of the moon world second only to the effect of our first glimpse down the shaft.</p>
+			<p>It was a much larger cavern than we had supposed from our first glimpse of it, and we looked up from the lowest portion of its sloping floor. It widened out as it receded from us, and its roof came down and hid the remoter portion altogether. And lying in a line along its length, vanishing at last far away in that tremendous perspective, were a number of huge shapes, huge pallid hulls, upon which the Selenites were busy. At first they seemed big white cylinders of vague import. Then I noted the heads upon them lying towards us, eyeless and skinless like the heads of sheep at a butcher’s, and perceived they were the carcasses of mooncalves being cut up, much as the crew of a whaler might cut up a moored whale. They were cutting off the flesh in strips, and on some of the farther trunks the white ribs were showing. It was the sound of their hatchets that made that <i>chid, chid</i>. Some way away a thing like a trolley cable, drawn and loaded with chunks of lax meat, was running up the slope of the cavern floor. This enormous long avenue of hulls that were destined to be food, gave us a sense of the vast populousness of the moon world second only to the effect of our first glimpse down the shaft.</p>
 			<p>It seemed to me at first that the Selenites must be standing on trestle-supported planks,<a href="endnotes.xhtml#note-2" id="noteref-2" epub:type="noteref">2</a> and then I saw that the planks and supports and their hatchets were really of the same leaden hue as my fetters had seemed before white light came to bear on them. A number of very thick-looking crowbars lay about the floor, and had apparently assisted to turn the dead mooncalf over on its side. They were perhaps six feet long, with shaped handles, very tempting-looking weapons. The whole place was lit by three transverse streams of the blue fluid.</p>
 			<p>We lay for a long time noting all these things in silence. “Well?” said Cavor at last.</p>
 			<p>I crouched lower and turned to him. I had come upon a brilliant idea. “Unless they lowered those bodies by a crane,” I said, “we must be nearer the surface than I thought.”</p>
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 			<p>I dropped a crowbar, pulled the spear out of my shoulder, and began to jab it down the grating into the darkness. At each jab came a shriek and twitter. Finally I hurled the spear down upon them with all my strength, leapt up, picked up the crowbar again, and started for the multitude up the cavern.</p>
 			<p>“Bedford!” cried Cavor. “Bedford!” as I flew past him.</p>
 			<p>I seem to remember his footsteps coming on behind me.</p>
-			<p>Step, leap⁠ ⁠… whack, step, leap.⁠ ⁠… Each leap seemed to last ages. With each, the cave opened out and the number of Selenites visible increased. At first they seemed all running about like ants in a disturbed anthill, one or two waving hatchets and coming to meet me, more running away, some bolting sideways into the avenue of carcasses, then presently others came in sight carrying spears, and then others. I saw a most extraordinary thing, all hands and feet, bolting for cover. The cavern grew darker farther up. Flick! something flew over my head. Flick! As I soared in mid-stride I saw a spear hit and quiver in one of the carcasses to my left. Then, as I came down, one hit the ground before me, and I heard the remote chuzz! with which their things were fired. Flick, flick! for a moment it was a shower. They were volleying!</p>
+			<p>Step, leap⁠ ⁠… whack, step, leap.⁠ ⁠… Each leap seemed to last ages. With each, the cave opened out and the number of Selenites visible increased. At first they seemed all running about like ants in a disturbed anthill, one or two waving hatchets and coming to meet me, more running away, some bolting sideways into the avenue of carcasses, then presently others came in sight carrying spears, and then others. I saw a most extraordinary thing, all hands and feet, bolting for cover. The cavern grew darker farther up. Flick! something flew over my head. Flick! As I soared in mid-stride I saw a spear hit and quiver in one of the carcasses to my left. Then, as I came down, one hit the ground before me, and I heard the remote <i>chuzz!</i> with which their things were fired. Flick, flick! for a moment it was a shower. They were volleying!</p>
 			<p>I stopped dead.</p>
 			<p>I don’t think I thought clearly then. I seem to remember a kind of stereotyped phrase running through my mind: “Zone of fire, seek cover!” I know I made a dash for the space between two of the carcasses, and stood there panting and feeling very wicked.</p>
 			<p>I looked round for Cavor, and for a moment it seemed as if he had vanished from the world. Then he came out of the darkness between the row of the carcasses and the rocky wall of the cavern. I saw his little face, dark and blue, and shining with perspiration and emotion.</p>
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 			<p>He was pointing upward over the carcasses. “White light!” he said. “White light again!”</p>
 			<p>I looked, and it was even so, a faint white ghost of twilight in the remoter cavern roof. That seemed to give me double strength.</p>
 			<p>“Keep close,” I said. A flat, long Selenite dashed out of the darkness, and squealed and fled. I halted, and stopped Cavor with my hand. I hung my jacket over my crowbar, ducked round the next carcass, dropped jacket and crowbar, showed myself, and darted back.</p>
-			<p>“Chuzz⁠—flick,” just one arrow came. We were close on the Selenites, and they were standing in a crowd, broad, short, and tall together, with a little battery of their shooting implements pointing down the cave. Three or four other arrows followed the first, and then their fire ceased.</p>
+			<p>“<i>Chuzz⁠—flick</i>,” just one arrow came. We were close on the Selenites, and they were standing in a crowd, broad, short, and tall together, with a little battery of their shooting implements pointing down the cave. Three or four other arrows followed the first, and then their fire ceased.</p>
 			<p>I stuck out my head, and escaped by a hair’s-breadth. This time I drew a dozen shots or more, and heard the Selenites shouting and twittering as if with excitement as they shot. I picked up jacket and crowbar again.</p>
 			<p>“<em>Now!</em>” said I, and thrust out the jacket.</p>
-			<p>“Chuzz-zz-zz-zz! Chuzz!” In an instant my jacket had grown a thick beard of arrows, and they were quivering all over the carcass behind us. Instantly I slipped the crowbar out of the jacket, dropped the jacket⁠—for all I know to the contrary it is lying up there in the moon now⁠—and rushed out upon them.</p>
+			<p>“<i>Chuzz-zz-zz-zz! Chuzz!</i>” In an instant my jacket had grown a thick beard of arrows, and they were quivering all over the carcass behind us. Instantly I slipped the crowbar out of the jacket, dropped the jacket⁠—for all I know to the contrary it is lying up there in the moon now⁠—and rushed out upon them.</p>
 			<p>For a minute perhaps it was massacre. I was too fierce to discriminate, and the Selenites were probably too scared to fight. At any rate they made no sort of fight against me. I saw scarlet, as the saying is. I remember I seemed to be wading among those leathery, thin things as a man wades through tall grass, mowing and hitting, first right, then left; smash, smash. Little drops of moisture flew about. I trod on things that crushed and piped and went slippery. The crowd seemed to open and close and flow like water. They seemed to have no combined plan whatever. There were spears flew about me, I was grazed over the ear by one. I was stabbed once in the arm and once in the cheek, but I only found that out afterwards, when the blood had had time to run and cool and feel wet.</p>
 			<p>What Cavor did I do not know. For a space it seemed that this fighting had lasted for an age, and must needs go on forever. Then suddenly it was all over, and there was nothing to be seen but the backs of heads bobbing up and down as their owners ran in all directions⁠ ⁠… I seemed altogether unhurt. I ran forward some paces, shouting, then turned about. I was amazed.</p>
 			<p>I had come right through them in vast flying strides, they were all behind me, and running hither and thither to hide.</p>

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 			<p>Then came the sudden streak of the pencil across the paper, and on the back and edges⁠—blood!</p>
 			<p>And as I stood there stupid and perplexed, with this dumbfounding relic in my hand, something very soft and light and chill touched my hand for a moment and ceased to be, and then a thing, a little white speck, drifted athwart a shadow. It was a tiny snowflake, the first snowflake, the herald of the night.</p>
 			<p>I looked up with a start, and the sky had darkened now almost to blackness, and was thick with a gathering multitude of coldly watchful stars. I looked eastward, and the light of that shrivelled world was touched with a sombre bronze; westward, and the sun, robbed now by a thickening white mist of half its heat and splendour, was touching the crater rim, was sinking out of sight, and all the shrubs and jagged and tumbled rocks stood out against it in a bristling disorder of black shapes. Into the great lake of darkness westward, a vast wreath of mist was sinking. A cold wind set all the crater shivering. Suddenly, for a moment, I was in a puff of falling snow, and all the world about me grey and dim.</p>
-			<p>And then it was I heard, not loud and penetrating as at first, but faint and dim like a dying voice, that tolling, that same tolling that had welcomed the coming of the day: Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!⁠ ⁠…</p>
-			<p>It echoed about the crater, it seemed to throb with the throbbing of the greater stars, the blood-red crescent of the sun’s disk sank as it tolled out: Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!</p>
+			<p>And then it was I heard, not loud and penetrating as at first, but faint and dim like a dying voice, that tolling, that same tolling that had welcomed the coming of the day: <i>Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!⁠ ⁠…</i></p>
+			<p>It echoed about the crater, it seemed to throb with the throbbing of the greater stars, the blood-red crescent of the sun’s disk sank as it tolled out: <i>Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!⁠ ⁠… Boom!</i></p>
 			<p>What had happened to Cavor? All through that tolling I stood there stupidly, and at last the tolling ceased.</p>
 			<p>And suddenly the open mouth of the tunnel down below there, shut like an eye and vanished out of sight.</p>
 			<p>Then indeed was I alone.</p>

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 			<p>But Cavor’s fears were groundless, so far as the actual making was concerned. On the 14th of October 1899 this incredible substance was made!</p>
 			<p>Oddly enough, it was made at last by accident, when <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Cavor least expected it. He had fused together a number of metals and certain other things⁠—I wish I knew the particulars now!⁠—and he intended to leave the mixture a week and then allow it to cool slowly. Unless he had miscalculated, the last stage in the combination would occur when the stuff sank to a temperature of 60° <abbr epub:type="se:temperature">F</abbr> But it chanced that, unknown to Cavor, dissension had arisen about the furnace tending. Gibbs, who had previously seen to this, had suddenly attempted to shift it to the man who had been a gardener, on the score that coal was soil, being dug, and therefore could not possibly fall within the province of a joiner; the man who had been a jobbing gardener alleged, however, that coal was a metallic or ore-like substance, let alone that he was cook. But Spargus insisted on Gibbs doing the coaling, seeing that he was a joiner and that coal is notoriously fossil wood. Consequently Gibbs ceased to replenish the furnace, and no one else did so, and Cavor was too much immersed in certain interesting problems concerning a Cavorite flying machine (neglecting the resistance of the air and one or two other points) to perceive that anything was wrong. And the premature birth of his invention took place just as he was coming across the field to my bungalow for our afternoon talk and tea.</p>
-			<p>I remember the occasion with extreme vividness. The water was boiling, and everything was prepared, and the sound of his “zuzzoo” had brought me out upon the verandah. His active little figure was black against the autumnal sunset, and to the right the chimneys of his house just rose above a gloriously tinted group of trees. Remoter rose the Wealden Hills, faint and blue, while to the left the hazy marsh spread out spacious and serene. And then⁠—!</p>
+			<p>I remember the occasion with extreme vividness. The water was boiling, and everything was prepared, and the sound of his “<i>zuzzoo</i>” had brought me out upon the verandah. His active little figure was black against the autumnal sunset, and to the right the chimneys of his house just rose above a gloriously tinted group of trees. Remoter rose the Wealden Hills, faint and blue, while to the left the hazy marsh spread out spacious and serene. And then⁠—!</p>
 			<p>The chimneys jerked heavenward, smashing into a string of bricks as they rose, and the roof and a miscellany of furniture followed. Then overtaking them came a huge white flame. The trees about the building swayed and whirled and tore themselves to pieces, that sprang towards the flare. My ears were smitten with a clap of thunder that left me deaf on one side for life, and all about me windows smashed, unheeded.</p>
 			<p>I took three steps from the verandah towards Cavor’s house, and even as I did so came the wind.</p>
 			<p>Instantly my coat tails were over my head, and I was progressing in great leaps and bounds, and quite against my will, towards him. In the same moment the discoverer was seized, whirled about, and flew through the screaming air. I saw one of my chimney pots hit the ground within six yards of me, leap a score of feet, and so hurry in great strides towards the focus of the disturbance. Cavor, kicking and flapping, came down again, rolled over and over on the ground for a space, struggled up and was lifted and borne forward at an enormous velocity, vanishing at last among the labouring, lashing trees that writhed about his house.</p>

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 			<p>I decapitated my third egg, and began a little speech. “Look here,” I said. “Please don’t imagine I’m surly or telling you uncivil lies, or anything of that sort. I’m forced almost, to be a little short and mysterious. I can quite understand this is as queer as it can be, and that your imaginations must be going it. I can assure you, you’re in at a memorable time. But I can’t make it clear to you now⁠—it’s impossible. I give you my word of honour I’ve come from the moon, and that’s all I can tell you.⁠ ⁠… All the same I’m tremendously obliged to you, you know, tremendously. I hope that my manner hasn’t in any way given you offence.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, not in the least!” said the youngest young man affably. “We can quite understand,” and staring hard at me all the time, he heeled his chair back until it very nearly upset, and recovered with some exertion. “Not a bit of it,” said the fat young man. “Don’t you imagine <em>that</em>!” and they all got up and dispersed, and walked about and lit cigarettes, and generally tried to show they were perfectly amiable and disengaged, and entirely free from the slightest curiosity about me and the sphere. “I’m going to keep an eye on that ship out there all the same,” I heard one of them remarking in an undertone. If only they could have forced themselves to it, they would, I believe, even have gone out and left me. I went on with my third egg.</p>
 			<p>“The weather,” the fat little man remarked presently, “has been immense, has it not? I don’t know <em>when</em> we have had such a summer.⁠ ⁠…”</p>
-			<p>Phoo⁠—whizz! Like a tremendous rocket!</p>
+			<p><i>Phoo⁠—whizz!</i> Like a tremendous rocket!</p>
 			<p>And somewhere a window was broken.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>“What’s that?” said I.</p>
 			<p>“It isn’t⁠—?” cried the little man, and rushed to the corner window.</p>