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He
shook
his
head
.
"
You
have
been
asking
for
water
for
the
last
hour
,
"
he
said
.
For
a
moment
we
were
silent
,
taking
stock
of
each
other
.
I
dare
say
he
found
me
a
strange
enough
figure
,
naked
,
save
for
my
water-soaked
trousers
and
socks
,
scalded
,
and
my
face
and
shoulders
blackened
by
the
smoke
.
His
face
was
a
fair
weakness
,
his
chin
retreated
,
and
his
hair
lay
in
crisp
,
almost
flaxen
curls
on
his
low
forehead
;
his
eyes
were
rather
large
,
pale
blue
,
and
blankly
staring
.
He
spoke
abruptly
,
looking
vacantly
away
from
me
.
"
What
does
it
mean
?
"
he
said
.
"
What
do
these
things
mean
?
"
I
stared
at
him
and
made
no
answer
.
He
extended
a
thin
white
hand
and
spoke
in
almost
a
complaining
tone
.
"
Why
are
these
things
permitted
?
What
sins
have
we
done
?
The
morning
service
was
over
,
I
was
walking
through
the
roads
to
clear
my
brain
for
the
afternoon
,
and
then
--
fire
,
earthquake
,
death
!
As
if
it
were
Sodom
and
Gomorrah
!
All
our
work
undone
,
all
the
work
--
--
What
are
these
Martians
?
"
"
What
are
we
?
"
I
answered
,
clearing
my
throat
.
He
gripped
his
knees
and
turned
to
look
at
me
again
.
For
half
a
minute
,
perhaps
,
he
stared
silently
.
"
I
was
walking
through
the
roads
to
clear
my
brain
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
suddenly
--
fire
,
earthquake
,
death
!
"
