1 We passed each other flowers, and she kissed my hands.
2 The male pursued the female, flinging flowers at her as he ran.
3 The Medical Man rose, came to the lamp, and examined the flowers.
4 His eye fell with a mute inquiry upon the withered white flowers upon the little table.
5 It's a curious thing,' said the Medical Man; 'but I certainly don't know the natural order of these flowers.
6 I saw a number of tall spikes of strange white flowers, measuring a foot perhaps across the spread of the waxen petals.
7 Then came one laughing towards me, carrying a chain of beautiful flowers altogether new to me, and put it about my neck.
8 To adorn themselves with flowers, to dance, to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit, and no more.
9 You who have never seen the like can scarcely imagine what delicate and wonderful flowers countless years of culture had created.
10 At first I was puzzled by all these strange fruits, and by the strange flowers I saw, but later I began to perceive their import.
11 My general impression of the world I saw over their heads was a tangled waste of beautiful bushes and flowers, a long neglected and yet weedless garden.
12 The Time Traveller paused, put his hand into his pocket, and silently placed two withered flowers, not unlike very large white mallows, upon the little table.
13 The air was free from gnats, the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither.
14 The idea was received with melodious applause; and presently they were all running to and fro for flowers, and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom.
15 Weena had been hugely delighted when I began to carry her, but after a while she desired me to let her down, and ran along by the side of me, occasionally darting off on either hand to pick flowers to stick in my pockets.
16 Several more brightly clad people met me in the doorway, and so we entered, I, dressed in dingy nineteenth-century garments, looking grotesque enough, garlanded with flowers, and surrounded by an eddying mass of bright, soft-colored robes and shining white limbs, in a melodious whirl of laughter and laughing speech.