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Men
came
scrambling
off
buses
to
secure
copies
.
Certainly
this
news
excited
people
intensely
,
whatever
their
previous
apathy
.
The
shutters
of
a
map
shop
in
the
Strand
were
being
taken
down
,
my
brother
said
,
and
a
man
in
his
Sunday
raiment
,
lemon-yellow
gloves
even
,
was
visible
inside
the
window
hastily
fastening
maps
of
Surrey
to
the
glass
.
Going
on
along
the
Strand
to
Trafalgar
Square
,
the
paper
in
his
hand
,
my
brother
saw
some
of
the
fugitives
from
West
Surrey
.
There
was
a
man
with
his
wife
and
two
boys
and
some
articles
of
furniture
in
a
cart
such
as
greengrocers
use
.
He
was
driving
from
the
direction
of
Westminster
Bridge
;
and
close
behind
him
came
a
hay
waggon
with
five
or
six
respectable-looking
people
in
it
,
and
some
boxes
and
bundles
.
The
faces
of
these
people
were
haggard
,
and
their
entire
appearance
contrasted
conspicuously
with
the
Sabbath-best
appearance
of
the
people
on
the
omnibuses
.
People
in
fashionable
clothing
peeped
at
them
out
of
cabs
.
They
stopped
at
the
Square
as
if
undecided
which
way
to
take
,
and
finally
turned
eastward
along
the
Strand
.
Some
way
behind
these
came
a
man
in
workday
clothes
,
riding
one
of
those
old-fashioned
tricycles
with
a
small
front
wheel
.
He
was
dirty
and
white
in
the
face
.
My
brother
turned
down
towards
Victoria
,
and
met
a
number
of
such
people
.
He
had
a
vague
idea
that
he
might
see
something
of
me
.
He
noticed
an
unusual
number
of
police
regulating
the
traffic
.
Some
of
the
refugees
were
exchanging
news
with
the
people
on
the
omnibuses
.
One
was
professing
to
have
seen
the
Martians
.
"
Boilers
on
stilts
,
I
tell
you
,
striding
along
like
men
.
"
Most
of
them
were
excited
and
animated
by
their
strange
experience
.
Beyond
Victoria
the
public-houses
were
doing
a
lively
trade
with
these
arrivals
.
At
all
the
street
corners
groups
of
people
were
reading
papers
,
talking
excitedly
,
or
staring
at
these
unusual
Sunday
visitors
.
They
seemed
to
increase
as
night
drew
on
,
until
at
last
the
roads
,
my
brother
said
,
were
like
Epsom
High
Street
on
a
Derby
Day
.
My
brother
addressed
several
of
these
fugitives
and
got
unsatisfactory
answers
from
most
.
None
of
them
could
tell
him
any
news
of
Woking
except
one
man
,
who
assured
him
that
Woking
had
been
entirely
destroyed
on
the
previous
night
.
"
I
come
from
Byfleet
,
"
he
said
;
"
man
on
a
bicycle
came
through
the
place
in
the
early
morning
,
and
ran
from
door
to
door
warning
us
to
come
away
.
Then
came
soldiers
.
We
went
out
to
look
,
and
there
were
clouds
of
smoke
to
the
south
--
nothing
but
smoke
,
and
not
a
soul
coming
that
way
.
Then
we
heard
the
guns
at
Chertsey
,
and
folks
coming
from
Weybridge
.
So
I
've
locked
up
my
house
and
come
on
.
"
At
the
time
there
was
a
strong
feeling
in
the
streets
that
the
authorities
were
to
blame
for
their
incapacity
to
dispose
of
the
invaders
without
all
this
inconvenience
.
About
eight
o'clock
a
noise
of
heavy
firing
was
distinctly
audible
all
over
the
south
of
London
.
My
brother
could
not
hear
it
for
the
traffic
in
the
main
thoroughfares
,
but
by
striking
through
the
quiet
back
streets
to
the
river
he
was
able
to
distinguish
it
quite
plainly
.
He
walked
from
Westminster
to
his
apartments
near
Regent
's
Park
,
about
two
.
He
was
now
very
anxious
on
my
account
,
and
disturbed
at
the
evident
magnitude
of
the
trouble
.
His
mind
was
inclined
to
run
,
even
as
mine
had
run
on
Saturday
,
on
military
details
.
