"Very。"

"Theworld，whatyouseeofit，seemsstrangetoyou？"

"IsupposeIhavetoliveinit，strangeasitseems。"

"Isupposeso，now。"

"Inthefirstplace，hadn’tIbetterhavesomeclothes？"

"They——"saidthethicksetmanandstopped，andtheflaxen—beardedmanmethiseyeandwentaway。

"Youwillveryspeedilyhaveclothes，"saidthethicksetman。

"Isittrueindeed，thatIhavebeenasleeptwohundred——？"askedGraham。

"Theyhavetoldyouthat，havethey？Twohundredandthree，asamatteroffact。"

Grahamacceptedtheindisputablenowwithraisedeyebrowsanddepressedmouth。Hesatsilentforamoment，andthenaskedaquestion，"Isthereamillordynamonearhere？"Hedidnotwaitforananswer。"Thingshavechangedtremendously，I

suppose？"hesaid。

"Whatisthatshouting？"heaskedabruptly。

"Nothing，"saidthethicksetmanimpatiently。

"It’speople。You’llunderstandbetterlater——perhaps。

Asyousay，thingshavechanged。"Hespokeshortly，hisbrowswereknit，andheglancedabouthimlikeamantryingtodecideinanemergency。

"Wemustgetyouclothesandsoforth，atanyrate。

Betterwaithereuntilsomecancome。Noonewillcomenearyou。Youwantshaving。"

Grahamrubbedhischin。

Themanwiththeflaxenbeardcamebacktowardsthem，turnedsuddenly，listenedforamoment，liftedhiseyebrowsattheolderman，andhurriedoffthroughthearchwaytowardsthebalcony。Thetumultofshoutinggrewlouder，andthethicksetmanturnedandlistenedalso。Hecursedsuddenlyunderhisbreath，andturnedhiseyesuponGrahamwithanunfriendlyexpression。Itwasasurgeofmanyvoices，risingandfalling，shoutingandscreaming，andoncecameasoundlikeblowsandsharpcries，andthenasnappinglikethecracklingofdrysticks。Grahamstrainedhisearstodrawsomesinglethreadofsoundfromthewoventumult。

Thenheperceived，repeatedagainandagain，acertainformula。Foratimehedoubtedhisears。Butsurelythesewerethewords："howustheSleeper！

ShowustheSleeper！"

Thethicksetmanrushedsuddenlytothearchway。

"Wild！"hecried，"Howdotheyknow？Dotheyknow？Orisitguessing？"

Therewasperhapsananswer。

"Ican’tcome，"saidthethicksetman；"Ihave__him__

toseeto。Butshoutfromthebalcony。"

Therewasaninaudiblereply。

"Sayheisnotawake。Anything！Ileaveittoyou。"

HecamehurryingbacktoGraham。"Youmusthaveclothesatonce，"hesaid。"Youcannotstophere——anditwillbeimpossibleto——"

Herushedaway，Grahamshoutingunansweredquestionsafterhim。Inamomenthewasback。

"Ican’ttellyouwhatishappening。Itistoocomplextoexplain。Inamomentyoushallhaveyourclothesmade。Yes——inamoment。AndthenIcantakeyouawayfromhere。Youwillfindoutourtroublessoonenough。"

"Butthosevoices。Theywereshouting——？"

"SomethingabouttheSleeper——that’syou。Theyhavesometwistedidea。Idon’tknowwhatitis。I

knownothing。"

Ashrillbelljettedacutelyacrosstheindistinctminglingofremotenoises，andthisbrusquepersonsprangtoalittlegroupofappliancesinthecorneroftheroom。Helistenedforamoment，regardingaballofcrystal，nodded，andsaidafewindistinctwords；thenhewalkedtothewallthroughwhichthetwomenhadvanished。Itrolledupagainlikeacurtain，andhestoodwaiting。

Grahamliftedhisarmandwasastonishedtofindwhatstrengththerestorativeshadgivenhim。Hethrustonelegoverthesideofthecouchandthentheother。Hisheadnolongerswam。Hecouldscarcelycredithisrapidrecovery。Hesatfeelinghislimbs。

Themanwiththeflaxenbeardre—enteredfromthearchway，andashedidsothecageofaliftcameslidingdowninfrontofthethicksetman，andalean，grey—beardedman，carryingaroll，andwearingatightly—fittingcostumeofdarkgreen，appearedtherein。

"Thisisthetailor，"saidthethicksetmanwithanintroductorygesture。"Itwillneverdoforyoutowearthatblack。Icannotunderstandhowitgothere。

ButIshall。Ishall。Youwillbeasrapidaspossible？"

hesaidtothetailor。

Themaningreenbowed，and，advancing，seatedhimselfbyGrahamonthebed。Hismannerwascalm，buthiseyeswerefullofcuriosity。"Youwillfindthefashionsaltered，Sire，"hesaid。Heglancedfromunderhisbrowsatthethicksetman。，Heopenedtherollerwithaquickmovement，andaconfusionofbrilliantfabricspouredoutoverhisknees。

"Youlived，Sire，inaperiodessentiallycylindrical——

theVictorian。Withatendencytothehemisphereinhats。Circularcurvesalways。Now——"Heflickedoutalittleappliancethesizeandappearanceofakeylesswatch，whirledtheknob，andbehold——alittlefigureinwhiteappearedkinetoscopefashiononthedial，walkingandturning。Thetailorcaughtupapatternofbluishwhitesatin。"Thatismyconceptionofyourimmediatetreatment，"hesaid。

ThethicksetmancameandstoodbytheshoulderofGraham。

"Wehaveverylittletime，"hesaid。

"Trustme，"saidthetailor。"Mymachinefollows。

Whatdoyouthinkofthis？"

"Whatisthat？"askedthemanfromthenineteenthcentury。

"Inyourdaystheyshowedyouafashion—plate，"

saidthetailor，"butthisisourmoderndevelopmentSeehere。"Thelittlefigurerepeateditsevolutions，butinadifferentcostume。"Orthis，"andwithaclickanothersmallfigureinamorevoluminoustypeofrobemarchedontothedial。Thetailorwasveryquickinhismovements，andglancedtwicetowardstheliftashedidthesethings。

Itrumbledagain，andacrop—hairedanaemicladwithfeaturesoftheChinesetype，cladincoarsepalebluecanvas，appearedtogetherwithacomplicatedmachine，whichhepushednoiselesslyonlittlecastorsintotheroom。Incontinentlythelittlekinetoscopewasdropped，Grahamwasinvitedtostandinfrontofthemachineandthetailormutteredsomeinstructionstothecrop—hairedlad，whoansweredingutturaltonesandwithwordsGrahamdidnotrecognise。Theboythenwenttoconductanincomprehensiblemonologueinthecorner，andthetailorpulledoutanumberofslottedarmsterminatinginlittlediscs，pullingthemoutuntilthediscswereflatagainstthebodyofGraham，oneateachshoulderblade，oneattheelbows，oneattheneckandsoforth，sothatatlasttherewere，perhaps，twoscoreofthemuponhisbodyandlimbs。Atthesametime，someotherpersonenteredtheroombythelift，behindGraham。Thetailorsetmovingamechanismthatinitiatedafaint—soundingrhythmicmovementofpartsinthemachine，andinanothermomenthewasknockinguptheleversandGrahamwasreleased。Thetailorreplacedhiscloakofblack，andthemanwiththeflaxenbeardprofferedhimalittleglassofsomerefreshingfluid。Grahamsawovertherimoftheglassapale—facedyoungmanregardinghimwithasingularfixity。

Thethicksetmanhadbeenpacingtheroomfretfully，andnowturnedandwentthroughthearchwaytowardsthebalcony，fromwhichthenoiseofadistantcrowdstillcameingustsandcadences。Thecropheadedladhandedthetailorarollofthebluishsatinandthetwobeganfixingthisinthemechanisminamannerreminiscentofarollofpaperinanineteenthcenturyprintingmachine。Thentheyrantheentirethingonitseasy，noiselessbearingsacrosstheroomtoaremotecornerwhereatwistedcableloopedrathergracefullyfromthewall。Theymadesomeconnexionandthemachinebecameenergeticandswift。

"Whatisthatdoing？"askedGraham，pointingwiththeemptyglasstothebusyfiguresandtryingtoignorethescrutinyofthenewcomer。"Isthat——

somesortofforce——laidon？"

"Yes，"saidthemanwiththeflaxenbeard。

"Whoisthat？"Heindicatedthearchwaybehindhim。

Themaninpurplestrokedhislittlebeard，hesitated，andansweredinanundertone，"HeisHoward，yourchiefguardian。Yousee，Sire，——it’salittledifficulttoexplain。TheCouncilappointsaguardianandassistants。Thishallhasundercertainrestrictionsbeenpublic。Inorderthatpeoplemightsatisfythemselves。

Wehavebarredthedoorwaysforthefirsttime。ButIthink——ifyoudon’tmind，Iwillleavehimtoexplain。"

"Odd"saidGraham。"Guardian？Council？"

Thenturninghisbackonthenewcomer，heaskedinanundertone，"Whyisthismanglaringatme？

Isheamesmerist？"

"Mesmerist！Heisacapillotomist。"

"Capillotomist！"

"Yes——oneofthechief。Hisyearlyfeeissixdozlions。"

Itsoundedsheernonsense。Grahamsnatchedatthelastphrasewithanunsteadymind。"Sixdozlions？"hesaid。

"Didn’tyouhavelions？Isupposenot。Youhadtheoldpounds？Theyareourmonetaryunits。"

"Butwhatwasthatyousaid——sixdoz？"

"Yes。Sixdozen，Sire。Ofcoursethings，eventheselittlethings，havealtered。Youlivedinthedaysofthedecimalsystem，theArabsystem——tens，andlittlehundredsandthousands。Wehaveelevennumeralsnow。Wehavesinglefiguresforbothtenandeleven，twofiguresforadozen，andadozendozenmakesagross，agreathundred，youknow，adozengrossadozand，andadozanddozandamyriad。Verysimple？"

"Isupposeso，"saidGraham。"Butaboutthiscap——whatwasit？"

Themanwiththeflaxenbeardglancedoverhisshoulder。

"Hereareyourclothes！"hesaid。Grahamturnedroundsharplyandsawthetailorstandingathiselbowsmiling，andholdingsomepalpablynewgarmentsoverhisarm。Thecrop—headedboy，bymeansofonefinger，wasimpellingthecomplicatedmachinetowardstheliftbywhichhehadarrived。Grahamstaredatthecompletedsuit。"Youdon’tmeantosay——！"

"Justmade，"saidthetailor。HedroppedthegarmentsatthefeetofGraham，walkedtothebedonwhichGrahamhadsorecentlybeenIying，flungoutthetranslucentmattress，andturnedupthelookingglass。Ashedidsoafuriousbellsummonedthethicksetmantothecorner。Themanwiththeflaxenbeardrushedacrosstohimandthenhurriedoutbythearchway。

ThetailorwasassistingGrahamintoadarkpurplecombinationgarment，stockings，vest，andpantsinone，asthethicksetmancamebackfromthecornertomeetthemanwiththeflaxenbeardreturningfromthebalcony。Theybeganspeakingquicklyinanundertone，theirbearinghadanunmistakablequalityofanxiety。Overthepurpleunder—garmentcameaI

complexbutgracefulgarmentofbluishwhite，andI

Grahamwasclothedinthefashiononcemoreandsawhimself，sallow—faced，unshavenandshaggystill，butatleastnakednolonger，andinsomeindefinableunprecedentedwaygraceful。

"Imustshave，"hesaidregardinghimselfintheglass。

"Inamoment，"saidHoward。

Thepersistentstareceased。Theyoungmanclosedhiseyes，reopenedthem，andwithaleanhandextended，advancedonGraham。Thenhestopped，withhishandslowlygesticulating，andlookedabouthim。

"Aseat，"saidHowardimpatiently，andinamomenttheflaxen—beardedmanhadachairbehindGraham。

"Sitdown，please，"saidHoward。

Grahamhesitated，andintheotherhandofthewildeyedmanhesawtheglintofsteel。

"Don’tyouunderstand，Sire？"criedtheflaxen—beardedmanwithhurriedpoliteness。"Heisgoingtocutyourhair。"

"Oh！"criedGrahamenlightened。"Butyoucalledhim——

"Acapillotomist——precisely！Heisoneofthefinestartistsintheworld。"

Grahamsatdownabruptly。Theflaxen—beardedmandisappeared。Thecapillotomistcameforwardwithgracefulgestures，examinedGraham’searsandsurveyedhim，feltthebackofhishead，andwouldhavesatdownagaintoregardhimbutforHoward’saudibleimpatience。ForthwithwithrapidmovementsandasuccessionofdeftlyhandledimplementsheshavedGraham’schin，clippedhismoustache，andcutandarrangedhishair。Allthishedidwithoutaword，withsomethingoftheraptairofapoetinspired。AndassoonashehadfinishedGrahamwashandedapairofshoes。

Suddenlyaloudvoiceshouted——itseemedfromapieceofmachineryinthecorner——"Atonce——atonce。Thepeopleknowalloverthecity。Workisbeingstopped。Workisbeingstopped。Waitfornothing，butcome。"

ThisshoutappearedtoperturbHowardexceedingly。

ByhisgesturesitseemedtoGrahamthathehesitatedbetweentwodirections。Abruptlyhewenttowardsthecornerwheretheapparatusstoodaboutthelittlecrystalball。Ashedidsotheundertoneoftumultuousshoutingfromthearchwaythathadcontinuedduringalltheseoccurrencesrosetoamightysound，roaredasifitweresweepingpast，andfellagainasifrecedingswiftly。ItdrewGrahamafteritwithanirresistibleattraction。Heglancedatthethicksetman，andthenobeyedhisimpulse。Intwostrideshewasdownthestepsandinthepassage，and，inascorehewasoutuponthebalconyuponwhich|

thethreemenhadbeenstanding。

CHAPTERV

THEMOVINGWAYS

Hewenttotherailingsofthebalconyandstaredupward。Anexclamationofsurpriseathisappearance，andthemovementsofanumberofpeoplecamefromthespaciousareabelow。

Hisfirstimpressionwasofoverwhelmingarchitecture。

TheplaceintowhichhelookedwasanaisleofTitanicbuildings，curvingspaciouslyineitherdirection。

Overheadmightycantileverssprangtogetheracrossthehugewidthoftheplace，andatraceryoftranslucentmaterialshutoutthesky。Giganticglobesofcoolwhitelightshamedthepalesunbeamsthatfiltereddownthroughthegirdersandwires。

Hereandthereagossamersuspensionbridgedottedwithfootpassengersflungacrossthechasmandtheairwaswebbedwithslendercables。Acliffofedificehungabovehim，heperceivedasheglancedupward，andtheoppositefacadewasgreyanddimandbrokenbygreatarchings，circularperforations，balconies，buttresses，turretprojections，myriadsofvastwindows，andanintricateschemeofarchitecturalrelief。

Athwarttheseraninscriptionshorizontallyandobliquelyinanunfamiliarlettering。Hereandthereclosetotheroofcablesofapeculiarstoutnesswerefastened，anddroopedinasteepcurvetocircularopeningsontheoppositesideofthespace，andevenasGrahamnotedthesearemoteandtinyfigureofamancladinpalebluearrestedhisattention。Thislittlefigurewasfaroverheadacrossthespacebesidethehigherfasteningofoneofthesefestoons，hangingforwardfromalittleledgeofmasonryandhandlingsomewell—nighinvisiblestringsdependentfromtheline。

Thensuddenly，withaswoopthatsentGraham’sheartintohismouth，thismanhadrusheddownthecurveandvanishedthrougharoundopeningonthehithersideoftheway。Grahamhadbeenlookingupashecameoutuponthebalcony，andthethingshesawaboveandopposedtohimhadatfirstseizedhisattentiontotheexclusionofanythingelse。Thensuddenlyhediscoveredtheroadway！Itwasnotaroadwayatall，asGrahamunderstoodsuchthings，forinthenineteenthcenturytheonlyroadsandstreetswerebeatentracksofmotionlessearth，jostlingrivuletsofvehiclesbetweennarrowfootways。Butthisroadwaywasthreehundredfeetacross，anditmoved；itmoved，allsavethemiddle，thelowestpart。Foramoment，themotiondazzledhismind。Thenheunderstood。

UnderthebalconythisextraordinaryroadwayranswiftlytoGraham’sright，anendlessflowrushingalongasfastasanineteenthcenturyexpresstrain，anendlessplatformofnarrowtransverseoverlappingslatswithlittleinterspacesthatpermittedittofollowthecurvaturesofthestreet。Uponitwereseats，andhereandtherelittlekiosks，buttheysweptbytooswiftlyforhimtoseewhatmightbetherein。Fromthisnearestandswiftestplatformaseriesofothersdescendedtothecentreofthespace。Eachmovedtotheright，eachperceptiblyslowerthantheoneaboveit，butthedifferenceinpacewassmallenoughtopermitanyonetostepfromanyplatformtotheoneadjacent，andsowalkuninterruptedlyfromtheswiftesttothemotionlessmiddleway。BeyondthismiddlewaywasanotherseriesofendlessplatformsrushingwithvaryingpacetoGraham’sleft。Andseatedincrowdsuponthetwowidestandswiftestplatforms，orsteppingfromonetoanotherdownthesteps，orswarmingoverthecentralspace，wasaninnumerableandwonderfullydiversifiedmultitudeofpeople。

"Youmustnotstophere，"shoutedHowardsuddenlyathisside。"Youmustcomeawayatonce。"

Grahammadenoanswer。Heheardwithouthearing。

Theplatformsranwitharoarandthepeoplewereshouting。Heperceivedwomenandgirlswithflowinghair，beautifullyrobed，withbandscrossingbetweenthebreasts。Thesefirstcameoutoftheconfusion。Thenheperceivedthatthedominantnoteinthatkaleidoscopeofcostumewasthepalebluethatthetailor’sboyhadworn。Hebecameawareofcriesof"TheSleeper。WhathashappenedtotheSleeper？"

anditseemedasthoughtherushingplatformsbeforehimweresuddenlyspatteredwiththepalebuffofhumanfaces，andthenstillmorethickly。Hesawpointingfingers。Heperceivedthatthemotionlesscentralareaofthishugearcadejustoppositetothebalconywasdenselycrowdedwithblue—cladpeople。

Somesortofstrugglehadsprungintolife。Peopleseemedtobepusheduptherunningplatformsoneitherside，andcarriedawayagainsttheirwill。Theywouldspringoffsosoonastheywerebeyondthethickoftheconfusion，andrunbacktowardstheconflict。

"ItistheSleeper。VerilyitistheSleeper，"shoutedvoices。"ThatisnevertheSleeper，"shoutedothers。Moreandmorefaceswereturnedtohim。AttheintervalsalongthiscentralareaGrahamnotedopenings，pits，apparentlytheheadsofstaircasesgoingdownwithpeopleascendingoutofthemanddescendingintothem。Thestruggleitseemedcentredabouttheoneofthesenearesttohim。Peoplewererunningdownthemovingplatformstothis，leapingdexterouslyfromplatformtoplatform。Theclusteringpeopleonthehigherplatformsseemedtodividetheirinterestbetweenthispointandthebalcony。A

numberofsturdylittlefigurescladinauniformofbrightred，andworkingmethodicallytogether，wereemployeditseemedinpreventingaccesstothisdescendingstaircase。Aboutthemacrowdwasrapidlyaccumulating。Theirbrilliantcolourcontrastedvividlywiththewhitish—blueoftheirantagonists，forthestrugglewasindisputable。

HesawthesethingswithHowardshoutinginhisearandshakinghisarm。AndthensuddenlyHowardwasgoneandhestoodalone。

Heperceivedthatthecriesof"TheSleeper"grewinvolume，andthatthepeopleonthenearerplatformwerestandingup。Thenearerswifterplatformheperceivedwasemptytotherightofhim，andfaracrossthespacetheplatformrunningintheoppositedirectionwascomingcrowdedandpassingawaybare。

Withincredibleswiftnessavastcrowdhadgatheredinthecentralspacebeforehiseyes；adenseswayingmassofpeople，andtheshoutsgrewfromafitfulcryingtoavoluminousincessantclamour："TheSleeper！"

TheSleeper！"andyellsandcheers，awavingofgarmentsandcriesof"Stoptheways！"TheywerealsocryinganothernamestrangetoGraham。Itsoundedlike"Ostrog。"Theslowerplatformsweresoonthickwithactivepeople，runningagainstthemovementsoastokeepthemselvesoppositetohim。

"Stoptheways，"theycried。Agilefiguresranupswiftlyfromthecentretotheswiftroadnearesttohim，werebornerapidlypasthim，shoutingstrange，unintelligiblethings，andranbackobliquelytothecentralway。Onethinghedistinguished："ItisindeedtheSleeper。ItisindeedtheSleeper，"theytestified。

ForaspaceGrahamstoodwithoutamovement。

Thenhebecamevividlyawarethatallthisconcernedhim。Hewaspleasedathiswonderfulpopularity，hebowed，and，seekingagestureoflongerrange，wavedhisarm。Hewasastonishedattheviolenceofuproarthatthisprovoked。Thetumultaboutthedescendingstairwayrosetofuriousviolence。Hebecameawareofcrowdedbalconies，ofmenslidingalongropes，ofmenintrapeze—likeseatshurlingathwartthespace。

Heheardvoicesbehindhim，anumberofpeopledescendingthestepsthroughthearchway；hesuddenlyperceivedthathisguardianHowardwasbackagainandgrippinghisarmpainfully，andshoutinginaudiblyinhisear。

Heturned，andHoward’sfacewaswhite。"Comeback，"heheard。"Theywillstoptheways。Thewholecitywillbeinconfusion。"

HeperceivedanumberofmenhurryingalongthepassageofbluepillarsbehindHoward，thered—hairedman，themanwiththeflaxenbeard，atallmaninvividvermilion，acrowdofothersinredcarryingstaves，andallthesepeoplehadanxiouseagerfaces。

"Gethimaway，"criedHoward。

"Butwhy？"saidGraham。"Idon’tsee——"

"Youmustcomeaway！"saidthemaninredinaresolutevoice。Hisfaceandeyeswereresolute，too。

Graham’sglanceswentfromfacetoface，andhewassuddenlyawareofthatmostdisagreeableflavourinlife，compulsion。Someonegrippedhisarm……

Hewasbeingdraggedaway。Itseemedasthoughthetumultsuddenlybecametwo，asifhalftheshoutsthathadcomeinfromthiswonderfulroadwayhadsprungintothepassagesofthegreatbuildingbehindhim。

Marvellingandconfused，feelinganimpotentdesiretoresist，Grahamwashalfled，halfthrust，alongthepassageofbluepillars，andsuddenlyhefoundhimselfalonewithHowardinaliftandmovingswiftlyupward。

CHAPTERVI

THEHALLOFTHEATLAS

FromthemomentwhenthetailorhadbowedhisfarewelltothemomentwhenGrahamfoundhimselfinthelift，wasaltogetherbarelyfiveminutes。Andasyetthehazeofhisvastintervalofsleephungabouthim，asyettheinitialstrangenessofhisbeingaliveatallinthisremoteagetouchedeverythingwithwonder，withasenseoftheirrational，withsomethingofthequalityofarealisticdream。Hewasstilldetached，anastonishedspectator，stillbuthalfinvolvedinlife。

Whathehadseen，andespeciallythelastcrowdedtumult，framedinthesettingofthebalcony，hadaspectacularturn，likeathingwitnessedfromtheboxofatheatre。"Idon’tunderstand，"hesaid。"Whatwasthetrouble？Mymindisinawhirl。Whyweretheyshouting？Whatisthedanger？"

"Wehaveourtroubles，"saidHoward。HiseyesavoidedGraham’senquiry。"Thisisatimeofunrest。

And，infact，yourappearance，yourwakingjustnow，hasasortofconnexion——"

Hespokejerkily，likeamannotquitesureofhisbreathing。Hestoppedabruptly。

"Idon’tunderstand，"saidGraham。

"Itwillbeclearerlater，"saidHoward。

Heglanceduneasilyupward，asthoughhefoundtheprogressoftheliftslow。

"Ishallunderstandbetter，nodoubt，whenIhaveseenmywayaboutalittle，"saidGrahampuzzled。"It。

willbe——itisboundtobeperplexing。Atpresentitisallsostrange。Anythingseemspossible。AnythingInthedetailseven。Yourcounting，Iunderstand，isdifferent。"

Theliftstopped，andtheysteppedoutintoanarrowbutverylongpassagebetweenhighwalls，alongwhichrananextraordinarynumberoftubesandbigcables。

"Whatahugeplacethisis！"saidGraham。"Isitallonebuilding？Whatplaceisit？"

"Thisisoneofthecitywaysforvariouspublicservices。Lightandsoforth。"

"Wasitasocialtrouble——that——inthegreatroadwayplace？Howareyougoverned？Haveyoustillapolice？"

"Several，"saidHoward。

"Several？"

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