SONKA.
Something grey is crawling along the road. If they are human beings, they do not look like human beings.
PURIKES.
Oh, I am afraid for David. He stands with his back toward them, and does not see them. And they are coming like blind people.
SONKA.
They will soon crush him. David, David, turn around and look.
ANATHEMA.
It is too late, Sonka,—David can't hear you now.
PURIKES.
But who is that? I am afraid of them.