went to and fro underneath. He hesitated at this unstable looking substance, but
his guide ran on unheeding, and so they came to and clambered up slippery steps
to the rim of a great dome of glass. Round this they went. Far below a number of
people seemed to be dancing, and music filtered through the dome.... Graham fancied he heard a shouting through the snowstorm, and his guide hurried him on
with a new spurt of haste. They clambered panting to a space of huge windmills,
one so vast that only the lower edge of its vanes came rushing into sight and rushed up again and was lost in the night and the snow. They hurried for a time
through the colossal metallic tracery of its supports, and came at last above a place of moving platforms like the place into which Graham had looked from the
