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"You can't," he said.

"Can't!  We'll soon see about that!"

He made no answer for ten seconds.  "It's too late for us to quarrel now, Bedford," he said.  "That little jerk was the start.  Already we are flying as swiftly as a bullet up into the gulf of space."

"I—" I said, and then it didn't seem to matter what happened.  For a time I was, as it were, stunned;  I had nothing to say.  It was just as if I had never heard of this idea of leaving the world before.  Then I perceived an unaccountable change in my bodily sensations.  It was a feeling of lightness, of unreality.  Coupled with that was a queer sensation in the head, an apoplectic effect almost, and a thumping of blood vessels at the ears.  Neither of these feelings diminished as time went on, but at last I got so used to them that I experienced no inconvenience.

I heard a click, and a little glow lamp came into being.

I saw Cavor's face, as white as I felt my own to be.  We regarded one another in silence.  The transparent blackness of the glass behind him made him seem as though he floated in a void.

"Well, we're committed," I said at last.

"Yes," he said, "we're committed."

"Don't move," he exclaimed, at some suggestion of a gesture.  "Let your muscles keep quite lax—as if you were in bed.  We are in a little universe of our own.  Look at those things!"

He pointed to the loose cases and bundles that had been lying on the blankets in the bottom of the sphere.  I was astonished to see that they were floating now nearly a foot from the spherical wall.  Then I saw from his shadow that Cavor was no longer leaning against the glass.  I thrust out my hand behind me, and found that I too was suspended in space, clear of the glass.

I did not cry out nor gesticulate, but fear came upon me.  It was like being held and lifted by something—you know not what.  The mere touch of my hand against the glass moved me rapidly.  I understood what had happened, but that did not prevent my being afraid.  We were cut off from all exterior gravitation, only the attraction of objects within our sphere had effect.  Consequently everything that was not fixed to the glass was falling—slowly because of the slightness of our masses—towards the centre of gravity of our little world, which seemed to be somewhere about the middle of the sphere, but rather nearer to myself than Cavor, on account of my greater weight.

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