- Most of the spectators had gathered in one or two groups–one a little crowd towards Woking, the other a knot of people in the direction of Chobham. <\/li>
- Evidently they shared my mental conflict. <\/li>
- There were few near me. <\/li>
- One man I approached–he was, I perceived, a neighbour of mine<\/a>, though I did not know his name–and accosted. But it was scarcely a time for articulate conversation.<\/li><\/ol>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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<\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nOnce a leash of thin black whips, like the arms of an octopus, flashed across the sunset and was immediately withdrawn, and afterwards a thin rod rose up, joint by joint, bearing at its apex a circular disk that spun with a wobbling motion. What could be going on there?<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Most of the spectators had gathered in one or two groups–one a little crowd towards Woking, the other a knot of people in the direction of Chobham. Evidently they shared my mental conflict. <\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
There were few near me. One man I approached–he was, I perceived, a neighbour of mine, though I did not know his name–and accosted. But it was scarcely a time for articulate conversation.<\/p><\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
“Did you see a man in the pit?” I said; but he made no answer to that. I fancy, a certain comfort in one another’s company. Then I shifted my position to a little knoll that gave me the advantage of a yard or more of elevation and when I looked for him presently he was walking towards Woking.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Check this highlight<\/h3>\r\n\r\n\r\n The sunset faded to twilight before anything further happened. The crowd far away on the left, towards Woking, seemed to grow, and I heard now a faint murmur from it. The little knot of people towards Chobham dispersed. There was scarcely an intimation of movement from the pit. <\/span>\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
It was this, as much as anything, that gave people courage, and I suppose the new arrivals from Woking also helped to restore confidence. At any rate, as the dusk came on a slow, intermittent movement upon the sand pits began, a movement that seemed to gather force as the stillness of the evening about the cylinder remained unbroken. Vertical black figures in twos and threes would advance, stop, watch, and advance again, spreading out as they did so in a thin irregular crescent that promised to enclose the pit in its attenuated horns. I, too, on my side began to move towards the pit.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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