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When
we
had
finished
eating
we
went
softly
upstairs
to
my
study
,
and
I
looked
again
out
of
the
open
window
.
In
one
night
the
valley
had
become
a
valley
of
ashes
.
The
fires
had
dwindled
now
.
Where
flames
had
been
there
were
now
streamers
of
smoke
;
but
the
countless
ruins
of
shattered
and
gutted
houses
and
blasted
and
blackened
trees
that
the
night
had
hidden
stood
out
now
gaunt
and
terrible
in
the
pitiless
light
of
dawn
.
Yet
here
and
there
some
object
had
had
the
luck
to
escape
--
a
white
railway
signal
here
,
the
end
of
a
greenhouse
there
,
white
and
fresh
amid
the
wreckage
.
Never
before
in
the
history
of
warfare
had
destruction
been
so
indiscriminate
and
so
universal
.
And
shining
with
the
growing
light
of
the
east
,
three
of
the
metallic
giants
stood
about
the
pit
,
their
cowls
rotating
as
though
they
were
surveying
the
desolation
they
had
made
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
the
pit
had
been
enlarged
,
and
ever
and
again
puffs
of
vivid
green
vapour
streamed
up
and
out
of
it
towards
the
brightening
dawn
--
streamed
up
,
whirled
,
broke
,
and
vanished
.
Beyond
were
the
pillars
of
fire
about
Chobham
.
They
became
pillars
of
bloodshot
smoke
at
the
first
touch
of
day
.
As
the
dawn
grew
brighter
we
withdrew
from
the
window
from
which
we
had
watched
the
Martians
,
and
went
very
quietly
downstairs
.
The
artilleryman
agreed
with
me
that
the
house
was
no
place
to
stay
in
.
He
proposed
,
he
said
,
to
make
his
way
Londonward
,
and
thence
rejoin
his
battery
--
No.
12
,
of
the
Horse
Artillery
.
My
plan
was
to
return
at
once
to
Leatherhead
;
and
so
greatly
had
the
strength
of
the
Martians
impressed
me
that
I
had
determined
to
take
my
wife
to
Newhaven
,
and
go
with
her
out
of
the
country
forthwith
.
For
I
already
perceived
clearly
that
the
country
about
London
must
inevitably
be
the
scene
of
a
disastrous
struggle
before
such
creatures
as
these
could
be
destroyed
.
Between
us
and
Leatherhead
,
however
,
lay
the
third
cylinder
,
with
its
guarding
giants
.
Had
I
been
alone
,
I
think
I
should
have
taken
my
chance
and
struck
across
country
.
But
the
artilleryman
dissuaded
me
:
"
It
's
no
kindness
to
the
right
sort
of
wife
,
"
he
said
,
"
to
make
her
a
widow
"
;
and
in
the
end
I
agreed
to
go
with
him
,
under
cover
of
the
woods
,
northward
as
far
as
Street
Cobham
before
I
parted
with
him
.
Thence
I
would
make
a
big
detour
by
Epsom
to
reach
Leatherhead
.
I
should
have
started
at
once
,
but
my
companion
had
been
in
active
service
and
he
knew
better
than
that
.
He
made
me
ransack
the
house
for
a
flask
,
which
he
filled
with
whiskey
;
and
we
lined
every
available
pocket
with
packets
of
biscuits
and
slices
of
meat
.
Then
we
crept
out
of
the
house
,
and
ran
as
quickly
as
we
could
down
the
ill-made
road
by
which
I
had
come
overnight
.
The
houses
seemed
deserted
.
In
the
road
lay
a
group
of
three
charred
bodies
close
together
,
struck
dead
by
the
Heat-Ray
;
and
here
and
there
were
things
that
people
had
dropped
--
a
clock
,
a
slipper
,
a
silver
spoon
,
and
the
like
poor
valuables
.
At
the
corner
turning
up
towards
the
post
office
a
little
cart
,
filled
with
boxes
and
furniture
,
and
horseless
,
heeled
over
on
a
broken
wheel
.
A
cash
box
had
been
hastily
smashed
open
and
thrown
under
the
debris
.
Except
the
lodge
at
the
Orphanage
,
which
was
still
on
fire
,
none
of
the
houses
had
suffered
very
greatly
here
.
The
Heat-Ray
had
shaved
the
chimney
tops
and
passed
.
Yet
,
save
ourselves
,
there
did
not
seem
to
be
a
living
soul
on
Maybury
Hill
.
The
majority
of
the
inhabitants
had
escaped
,
I
suppose
,
by
way
of
the
Old
Woking
road
--
the
road
I
had
taken
when
I
drove
to
Leatherhead
--
or
they
had
hidden
.
We
went
down
the
lane
,
by
the
body
of
the
man
in
black
,
sodden
now
from
the
overnight
hail
,
and
broke
into
the
woods
at
the
foot
of
the
hill
.
We
pushed
through
these
towards
the
railway
without
meeting
a
soul
.
The
woods
across
the
line
were
but
the
scarred
and
blackened
ruins
of
woods
;
for
the
most
part
the
trees
had
fallen
,
but
a
certain
proportion
still
stood
,
dismal
grey
stems
,
with
dark
brown
foliage
instead
of
green
.
