High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendour of the sunset. "We had better follow this path," I said, "northward." My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking. He was a medical student working for an imminent examination, and...
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High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendour of the sunset. "We had better follow this path," I said, "northward." My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking. He was a medical student working for an imminent examination, and...
My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot,...
High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendour of the sunset. "We had better follow this path," I said, "northward." My younger brother was in London when the Martians fell at Woking. He was a medical student working for an imminent examination, and...