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Over
the
Maybury
arch
a
train
,
a
billowing
tumult
of
white
,
firelit
smoke
,
and
a
long
caterpillar
of
lighted
windows
,
went
flying
south
--
clatter
,
clatter
,
clap
,
rap
,
and
it
had
gone
.
A
dim
group
of
people
talked
in
the
gate
of
one
of
the
houses
in
the
pretty
little
row
of
gables
that
was
called
Oriental
Terrace
.
It
was
all
so
real
and
so
familiar
.
And
that
behind
me
!
It
was
frantic
,
fantastic
!
Such
things
,
I
told
myself
,
could
not
be
.
Perhaps
I
am
a
man
of
exceptional
moods
.
I
do
not
know
how
far
my
experience
is
common
.
At
times
I
suffer
from
the
strangest
sense
of
detachment
from
myself
and
the
world
about
me
;
I
seem
to
watch
it
all
from
the
outside
,
from
somewhere
inconceivably
remote
,
out
of
time
,
out
of
space
,
out
of
the
stress
and
tragedy
of
it
all
.
This
feeling
was
very
strong
upon
me
that
night
.
Here
was
another
side
to
my
dream
.
But
the
trouble
was
the
blank
incongruity
of
this
serenity
and
the
swift
death
flying
yonder
,
not
two
miles
away
.
There
was
a
noise
of
business
from
the
gasworks
,
and
the
electric
lamps
were
all
alight
.
I
stopped
at
the
group
of
people
.
"
What
news
from
the
common
?
"
said
I.
There
were
two
men
and
a
woman
at
the
gate
.
"
Eh
?
"
said
one
of
the
men
,
turning
.
"
What
news
from
the
common
?
"
I
said
.
"
'
Ai
n't
yer
just
been
there
?
"
asked
the
men
.
"
People
seem
fair
silly
about
the
common
,
"
said
the
woman
over
the
gate
.
"
What
's
it
all
abart
?
"
"
Have
n't
you
heard
of
the
men
from
Mars
?
"
said
I
;
"
the
creatures
from
Mars
?
"
