Цитаты из книги автора Herbert Wells The Time Machine

clad in a purple tunic

So that it was the Psy­cho­lo­gist him­self who sent forth the model Time Machine on its in­ter­min­able voy­age.

grop­ing to and fro,

she burst into tears.

For after the battle comes Quiet.

Eight Hun­dred and Two Thou­sand Seven Hun­dred and One

I held my mind off

in­can­des­cent

con­tro­vert

had run low