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"
Come
into
the
house
,
"
I
said
.
I
went
down
,
unfastened
the
door
,
and
let
him
in
,
and
locked
the
door
again
.
I
could
not
see
his
face
.
He
was
hatless
,
and
his
coat
was
unbuttoned
.
"
My
God
!
"
he
said
,
as
I
drew
him
in
.
"
What
has
happened
?
"
I
asked
.
"
What
has
n't
?
"
In
the
obscurity
I
could
see
he
made
a
gesture
of
despair
.
"
They
wiped
us
out
--
simply
wiped
us
out
,
"
he
repeated
again
and
again
.
He
followed
me
,
almost
mechanically
,
into
the
dining
room
.
"
Take
some
whiskey
,
"
I
said
,
pouring
out
a
stiff
dose
.
He
drank
it
.
Then
abruptly
he
sat
down
before
the
table
,
put
his
head
on
his
arms
,
and
began
to
sob
and
weep
like
a
little
boy
,
in
a
perfect
passion
of
emotion
,
while
I
,
with
a
curious
forgetfulness
of
my
own
recent
despair
,
stood
beside
him
,
wondering
.
It
was
a
long
time
before
he
could
steady
his
nerves
to
answer
my
questions
,
and
then
he
answered
perplexingly
and
brokenly
.
He
was
a
driver
in
the
artillery
,
and
had
only
come
into
action
about
seven
.
At
that
time
firing
was
going
on
across
the
common
,
and
it
was
said
the
first
party
of
Martians
were
crawling
slowly
towards
their
second
cylinder
under
cover
of
a
metal
shield
.
Later
this
shield
staggered
up
on
tripod
legs
and
became
the
first
of
the
fighting-machines
I
had
seen
.
The
gun
he
drove
had
been
unlimbered
near
Horsell
,
in
order
to
command
the
sand
pits
,
and
its
arrival
it
was
that
had
precipitated
the
action
.
