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I
slashed
the
horse
with
the
whip
,
and
gave
him
a
loose
rein
until
Woking
and
Send
lay
between
us
and
that
quivering
tumult
.
I
overtook
and
passed
the
doctor
between
Woking
and
Send
.
Leatherhead
is
about
twelve
miles
from
Maybury
Hill
.
The
scent
of
hay
was
in
the
air
through
the
lush
meadows
beyond
Pyrford
,
and
the
hedges
on
either
side
were
sweet
and
gay
with
multitudes
of
dog-roses
.
The
heavy
firing
that
had
broken
out
while
we
were
driving
down
Maybury
Hill
ceased
as
abruptly
as
it
began
,
leaving
the
evening
very
peaceful
and
still
.
We
got
to
Leatherhead
without
misadventure
about
nine
o'clock
,
and
the
horse
had
an
hour
's
rest
while
I
took
supper
with
my
cousins
and
commended
my
wife
to
their
care
.
My
wife
was
curiously
silent
throughout
the
drive
,
and
seemed
oppressed
with
forebodings
of
evil
.
I
talked
to
her
reassuringly
,
pointing
out
that
the
Martians
were
tied
to
the
Pit
by
sheer
heaviness
,
and
at
the
utmost
could
but
crawl
a
little
out
of
it
;
but
she
answered
only
in
monosyllables
.
Had
it
not
been
for
my
promise
to
the
innkeeper
,
she
would
,
I
think
,
have
urged
me
to
stay
in
Leatherhead
that
night
.
Would
that
I
had
!
Her
face
,
I
remember
,
was
very
white
as
we
parted
.
For
my
own
part
,
I
had
been
feverishly
excited
all
day
.
Something
very
like
the
war
fever
that
occasionally
runs
through
a
civilised
community
had
got
into
my
blood
,
and
in
my
heart
I
was
not
so
very
sorry
that
I
had
to
return
to
Maybury
that
night
.
I
was
even
afraid
that
that
last
fusillade
I
had
heard
might
mean
the
extermination
of
our
invaders
from
Mars
.
I
can
best
express
my
state
of
mind
by
saying
that
I
wanted
to
be
in
at
the
death
.
It
was
nearly
eleven
when
I
started
to
return
.
The
night
was
unexpectedly
dark
;
to
me
,
walking
out
of
the
lighted
passage
of
my
cousins
'
house
,
it
seemed
indeed
black
,
and
it
was
as
hot
and
close
as
the
day
.
Overhead
the
clouds
were
driving
fast
,
albeit
not
a
breath
stirred
the
shrubs
about
us
.
My
cousins
'
man
lit
both
lamps
.
Happily
,
I
knew
the
road
intimately
.
My
wife
stood
in
the
light
of
the
doorway
,
and
watched
me
until
I
jumped
up
into
the
dog
cart
.
Then
abruptly
she
turned
and
went
in
,
leaving
my
cousins
side
by
side
wishing
me
good
hap
.
I
was
a
little
depressed
at
first
with
the
contagion
of
my
wife
's
fears
,
but
very
soon
my
thoughts
reverted
to
the
Martians
.
At
that
time
I
was
absolutely
in
the
dark
as
to
the
course
of
the
evening
's
fighting
.
I
did
not
know
even
the
circumstances
that
had
precipitated
the
conflict
.
As
I
came
through
Ockham
(
for
that
was
the
way
I
returned
,
and
not
through
Send
and
Old
Woking
)
I
saw
along
the
western
horizon
a
blood-red
glow
,
which
as
I
drew
nearer
,
crept
slowly
up
the
sky
.
The
driving
clouds
of
the
gathering
thunderstorm
mingled
there
with
masses
of
black
and
red
smoke
.
Ripley
Street
was
deserted
,
and
except
for
a
lighted
window
or
so
the
village
showed
not
a
sign
of
life
;
but
I
narrowly
escaped
an
accident
at
the
corner
of
the
road
to
Pyrford
,
where
a
knot
of
people
stood
with
their
backs
to
me
.
They
said
nothing
to
me
as
I
passed
.
I
do
not
know
what
they
knew
of
the
things
happening
beyond
the
hill
,
nor
do
I
know
if
the
silent
houses
I
passed
on
my
way
were
sleeping
securely
,
or
deserted
and
empty
,
or
harassed
and
watching
against
the
terror
of
the
night
.
From
Ripley
until
I
came
through
Pyrford
I
was
in
the
valley
of
the
Wey
,
and
the
red
glare
was
hidden
from
me
.
As
I
ascended
the
little
hill
beyond
Pyrford
Church
the
glare
came
into
view
again
,
and
the
trees
about
me
shivered
with
the
first
intimation
of
the
storm
that
was
upon
me
.
Then
I
heard
midnight
pealing
out
from
Pyrford
Church
behind
me
,
and
then
came
the
silhouette
of
Maybury
Hill
,
with
its
tree-tops
and
roofs
black
and
sharp
against
the
red
.
Even
as
I
beheld
this
a
lurid
green
glare
lit
the
road
about
me
and
showed
the
distant
woods
towards
Addlestone
.
I
felt
a
tug
at
the
reins
.
I
saw
that
the
driving
clouds
had
been
pierced
as
it
were
by
a
thread
of
green
fire
,
suddenly
lighting
their
confusion
and
falling
into
the
field
to
my
left
.
It
was
the
third
falling
star
!
