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"I think I begin to see it now," he murmured. I THINK I BEGIN TO SEE IT NOW HE MURMURED
k the slightest notice of him. And then a chill of awful loneliness struck him. Although he could see and move and hear, and, no doubt, eat and drink in this world, he was unexistent as regards the inhabitants of it, and yet he knew perfectly well he was standing by the side of the road where the motor-car ought to be, and over there, a few hundred yards away, Niti would be sitting in her room or walking in the garden--and she wouldn't be born for nearly a thousand years yet. It was certainly somewhat disquieting, this power of living in two existences and different ages, but it was a matter that would take some little time to get accustomed to. The next instant the cavalcade and the forest had vanished, and there was the motor-car, just spinning past him. He was on the Wimbledon Common of the twentieth century once more. He stroked his clean-shaven chin with his finger and thumb, and walked slowly along the path by the side of the road, and then across the grass towards the flagstaff. TRANGE SPECTACLE NO ONE TOOK THE SLIGHTEST NOTICE OF HIM AND THEN A CHILL OF AWFUL LONELINESS STRUCK HIM ALTHOUGH HE COULD SEE AND MOVE AND HEAR AND NO DOUBT EAT AND DRINK IN THIS WORLD HE WAS UNEXISTENT IN REGARD TO THE INHABITANTS OF IT AND HE KNEW PERFECTLY WELL HE WAS STANDING BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD WHERE THE MOTOR CAR OUGHT TO BE AND OVER THERE A FEW HUNDRED YARDS AWAY KNITTY WOULD BE SITTING IN HER ROOM OR WALKING IN THE GARDEN AND SHE WOULDN'T BE BORN FOR NEARLY A THOUSAND YEARS YET IT WAS CERTAINLY SOMEWHAT DISQUIETING THIS POWER OF LIVING IN TWO EXISTENCES AND DIFFERENT AGES BUT IT WAS A MATTER THAT WOULD TAKE SOME LITTLE TIME TO GET ACCUSTOMED TO THE NEXT INSTANT THE CAVALCADE AND THE FOREST HAD VANISHED AND THERE THE MOTOR CAR WAS JUST SPINNING PAST HIM HE WAS ON WIMBLEDON COMMON OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY ONCE MORE HE STROKED HIS CLEAN SHAVEN CHIN WITH HIS FINGER AND THUMB AND WALKED SLOWLY ALONG THE PATH BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND THEN ACROSS THE GRASS TOWARD THE FLAGSTAFF
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