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I
am
by
no
means
assured
that
it
is
all
over
.
"
Challenger
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
We
must
come
back
once
more
to
our
fatalism
,
"
said
he
.
"
If
the
world
has
undergone
this
experience
before
,
which
is
not
outside
the
range
of
possibility
,
it
was
certainly
a
very
long
time
ago
.
Therefore
,
we
may
reasonably
hope
that
it
will
be
very
long
before
it
occurs
again
.
"
"
That
’
s
all
very
well
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
"
but
if
you
get
an
earthquake
shock
you
are
mighty
likely
to
have
a
second
one
right
on
the
top
of
it
.
I
think
we
’
d
be
wise
to
stretch
our
legs
and
have
a
breath
of
air
while
we
have
the
chance
.
Since
our
oxygen
is
exhausted
we
may
just
as
well
be
caught
outside
as
in
.
"
It
was
strange
the
absolute
lethargy
which
had
come
upon
us
as
a
reaction
after
our
tremendous
emotions
of
the
last
twenty
-
four
hours
.
It
was
both
mental
and
physical
,
a
deep
-
lying
feeling
that
nothing
mattered
and
that
everything
was
a
weariness
and
a
profitless
exertion
.
Even
Challenger
had
succumbed
to
it
,
and
sat
in
his
chair
,
with
his
great
head
leaning
upon
his
hands
and
his
thoughts
far
away
,
until
Lord
John
and
I
,
catching
him
by
each
arm
,
fairly
lifted
him
on
to
his
feet
,
receiving
only
the
glare
and
growl
of
an
angry
mastiff
for
our
trouble
.
However
,
once
we
had
got
out
of
our
narrow
haven
of
refuge
into
the
wider
atmosphere
of
everyday
life
,
our
normal
energy
came
gradually
back
to
us
once
more
.
But
what
were
we
to
begin
to
do
in
that
graveyard
of
a
world
?
Could
ever
men
have
been
faced
with
such
a
question
since
the
dawn
of
time
?
It
is
true
that
our
own
physical
needs
,
and
even
our
luxuries
,
were
assured
for
the
future
.
All
the
stores
of
food
,
all
the
vintages
of
wine
,
all
the
treasures
of
art
were
ours
for
the
taking
.
But
what
were
we
to
do
?
Some
few
tasks
appealed
to
us
at
once
,
since
they
lay
ready
to
our
hands
.
We
descended
into
the
kitchen
and
laid
the
two
domestics
upon
their
respective
beds
.
They
seemed
to
have
died
without
suffering
,
one
in
the
chair
by
the
fire
,
the
other
upon
the
scullery
floor
.
Then
we
carried
in
poor
Austin
from
the
yard
.
His
muscles
were
set
as
hard
as
a
board
in
the
most
exaggerated
rigor
mortis
,
while
the
contraction
of
the
fibres
had
drawn
his
mouth
into
a
hard
sardonic
grin
.
This
symptom
was
prevalent
among
all
who
had
died
from
the
poison
.
Wherever
we
went
we
were
confronted
by
those
grinning
faces
,
which
seemed
to
mock
at
our
dreadful
position
,
smiling
silently
and
grimly
at
the
ill
-
fated
survivors
of
their
race
.
"
Look
here
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
who
had
paced
restlessly
about
the
dining
-
room
whilst
we
partook
of
some
food
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
how
you
fellows
feel
about
it
,
but
for
my
part
,
I
simply
can
’
t
sit
here
and
do
nothin
’
.
"
"
Perhaps
,
"
Challenger
answered
,
"
you
would
have
the
kindness
to
suggest
what
you
think
we
ought
to
do
.
"
"
Get
a
move
on
us
and
see
all
that
has
happened
.
"
