1 The breeze rose to a moaning wind.
2 The Medical Man rose, came to the lamp, and examined the flowers.
3 And like blots upon the landscape rose the cupolas above the ways to the Under-world.
4 I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on, and then there came a horrible realization.
5 I was still on the hill-side upon which this house now stands, and the shoulder rose above me grey and dim.
6 Yesterday it was so high, yesterday night it fell, then this morning it rose again, and so gently upward to here.
7 Only a slight oily swell rose and fell like a gentle breathing, and showed that the eternal sea was still moving and living.
8 Here and there water shone like silver, and beyond, the land rose into blue undulating hills, and so faded into the serenity of the sky.
9 So far I had seen nothing of the Morlocks, but it was yet early in the night, and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come.
10 Great shapes like big machines rose out of the dimness, and cast grotesque black shadows, in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare.
11 Here and there rose a white or silvery figure in the waste garden of the earth, here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or obelisk.
12 Then, as my vigil wore on, came a faintness in the eastward sky, like the reflection of some colourless fire, and the old moon rose, thin and peaked and white.