human
The Sleeper! grew in volume, and that the people on the nearer platform were standing up. The nearer platform he perceived was empty to the right of him, and far across the space the platform running in the opposite direction was coming crowded and passing away bare. With incredible swiftness a vast crowd had gathered in the central space before his eyes; a dense swaying mass of people, and the shouts grew from a fitful crying to a voluminous incessant clamour:
gpt
The Sleeper! The Sleeper! and yells and cheers, a waving of garments and cries of
human
Stop the Ways! They were also crying another name strange to Graham. It sounded like
gpt
Ostrog.
human
Stop the Ways, they cried. Agile figures ran up from the centre to the swift road nearest to him, were borne rapidly past him, shouting strange, unintelligible things, and ran back obliquely to the central way. One thing he distinguished:
gpt
It is indeed the Sleeper. It is indeed the Sleeper,