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Pearson Edexcel Level 1/Level 2 GCSE (9–1)


Monday 5 November 2018
Morning (Time: 1 hour 45 minutes) Paper Reference 1EN0/01

English Language
Paper 1: Fiction and Imaginative Writing

Section A: Reading Text Insert


Do not return this Reading Text Insert with the Question Paper.

Advice
• Read the text before answering the questions in Section A of the Question Paper.

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Read the text below and answer Questions 1–4 on the Question Paper.
In this extract the narrator has travelled through time, far into the future, for the first time. His
time machine has turned over as he landed.
The Time Machine: H.G. Wells
The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost.
Above me, in the intense blue of the summer sky, some faint brown shreds of cloud
whirled into nothingness. The great buildings about me stood out clear and distinct,
shining with the wet of the thunderstorm, and picked out in white by the unmelted
hailstones piled along their courses. 5

I felt naked in a strange world. I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air, knowing
the hawk wings above and will swoop. My fear grew to frenzy. I took a breathing space,
set my teeth, and again grappled fiercely, wrist and knee, with the machine. It gave under
my desperate onset and turned over. It struck my chin violently. One hand on the saddle,
the other on the lever, I stood panting heavily ready to mount again. 10

But with this recovery of a prompt retreat my courage recovered. I looked more curiously
and less fearfully at this world of the remote future. In a circular opening, high up in the
wall of the nearer house, I saw a group of figures clad in rich soft robes. They had seen
me, and their faces were directed towards me.
Then I heard voices approaching me. Coming through the bushes were the heads and 15
shoulders of men running. One of these emerged in a pathway leading straight to the
little lawn upon which I stood with my machine. He was a slight creature—perhaps
four feet high—clad in a purple tunic, girdled at the waist with a leather belt. Sandals or
buskins*—I could not clearly distinguish which—were on his feet; his legs were bare to
the knees, and his head was bare. Noticing that, I noticed for the first time how warm the 20
air was.
He struck me as being a very beautiful and graceful creature, but indescribably frail.
At the sight of him I suddenly regained confidence. I took my hands from the machine.
In another moment we were standing face to face, I and this fragile thing out of futurity.
He came straight up to me and laughed into my eyes. The absence from his bearing of 25
any sign of fear struck me at once. Then he turned to the two others who were following
him and spoke to them in a strange and very sweet and liquid tongue.
There were others coming, and presently a little group of perhaps eight or ten of these
exquisite creatures were about me. One of them addressed me. It came into my head,
oddly enough, that my voice was too harsh and deep for them. So I shook my head, and, 30
pointing to my ears, shook it again. He came a step forward, hesitated, and then touched
my hand. Then I felt other soft little tentacles upon my back and shoulders. They wanted
to make sure I was real.
There was nothing in this at all alarming. Indeed, there was something in these pretty
little people that inspired confidence—a graceful gentleness, a certain childlike ease. 35
And besides, they looked so frail that I could fancy myself flinging the whole dozen of
them about like nine-pins**. But I made a sudden motion to warn them when I saw their
little pink hands feeling at the Time Machine. Happily then, when it was not too late,
I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten, and reaching over the bars of the machine
I unscrewed the little levers that would set it in motion, and put these in my pocket. 40
Then I turned again to see what I could do in the way of communication.

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buskins* - calf-high or knee-high boots which lace up the leg and are open-toed
nine-pins** - skittles knocked down in a bowling game

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Acknowledgement:
The Time Machine H.G. Wells, 1898, from http://gutenberg.org

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