The pedestal, it appeared to me, was of bronze, and was thick with verdigris.
Then my eye travelled along to the figure of the White Sphinx upon the pedestal of bronze, growing distinct as the light of the rising moon grew brighter.
Above me towered the sphinx, upon the bronze pedestal, white, shining, leprous, in the light of the rising moon.
They came, and then, pointing to the bronze pedestal, I tried to intimate my wish to open it.
I banged with my fist at the bronze panels.
It may have been my fancy, or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze.
Like the others, it was rimmed with bronze, curiously wrought, and protected by a little cupola from the rain.
If they mean to take your machine away, it’s little good your wrecking their bronze panels, and if they don’t, you will get it back as soon as you can ask for it.
I had now a clue to the import of these wells, to the ventilating towers, to the mystery of the ghosts; to say nothing of a hint at the meaning of the bronze gates and the fate of the Time Machine!
I determined to put the thought of my Time Machine and the mystery of the bronze doors under the sphinx as much as possible in a corner of memory, until my growing knowledge would lead me back to them in a natural way.
Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.
I found no explosives, however, nor any means of breaking down the bronze doors.
I could not carry both, however, and my bar of iron promised best against the bronze gates.
But now, with my growing knowledge, I felt very differently towards those bronze doors.
As I approached the pedestal of the sphinx I found the bronze valves were open.
Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh, I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine.
The bronze panels suddenly slid up and struck the frame with a clang.
I really believe that had they not been so, I should have rushed off incontinently and blown Sphinx, bronze doors, and (as it proved) my chances of finding the Time Machine, all together into non-existence.
There are no more uses of "bronze" in the book.
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