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My
brother
answered
him
vaguely
and
began
to
dress
,
running
with
each
garment
to
the
window
in
order
to
miss
nothing
of
the
growing
excitement
.
And
presently
men
selling
unnaturally
early
newspapers
came
bawling
into
the
street
:
"
London
in
danger
of
suffocation
!
The
Kingston
and
Richmond
defences
forced
!
Fearful
massacres
in
the
Thames
Valley
!
"
And
all
about
him
--
in
the
rooms
below
,
in
the
houses
on
each
side
and
across
the
road
,
and
behind
in
the
Park
Terraces
and
in
the
hundred
other
streets
of
that
part
of
Marylebone
,
and
the
Westbourne
Park
district
and
St.
Pancras
,
and
westward
and
northward
in
Kilburn
and
St.
John
's
Wood
and
Hampstead
,
and
eastward
in
Shoreditch
and
Highbury
and
Haggerston
and
Hoxton
,
and
,
indeed
,
through
all
the
vastness
of
London
from
Ealing
to
East
Ham
--
people
were
rubbing
their
eyes
,
and
opening
windows
to
stare
out
and
ask
aimless
questions
,
dressing
hastily
as
the
first
breath
of
the
coming
storm
of
Fear
blew
through
the
streets
.
It
was
the
dawn
of
the
great
panic
.
London
,
which
had
gone
to
bed
on
Sunday
night
oblivious
and
inert
,
was
awakened
,
in
the
small
hours
of
Monday
morning
,
to
a
vivid
sense
of
danger
.
Unable
from
his
window
to
learn
what
was
happening
,
my
brother
went
down
and
out
into
the
street
,
just
as
the
sky
between
the
parapets
of
the
houses
grew
pink
with
the
early
dawn
.
The
flying
people
on
foot
and
in
vehicles
grew
more
numerous
every
moment
.
"
Black
Smoke
!
"
he
heard
people
crying
,
and
again
"
Black
Smoke
!
"
The
contagion
of
such
a
unanimous
fear
was
inevitable
.
As
my
brother
hesitated
on
the
door-step
,
he
saw
another
news
vender
approaching
,
and
got
a
paper
forthwith
.
The
man
was
running
away
with
the
rest
,
and
selling
his
papers
for
a
shilling
each
as
he
ran
--
a
grotesque
mingling
of
profit
and
panic
.
And
from
this
paper
my
brother
read
that
catastrophic
dispatch
of
the
Commander-in-Chief
:
"
The
Martians
are
able
to
discharge
enormous
clouds
of
a
black
and
poisonous
vapour
by
means
of
rockets
.
They
have
smothered
our
batteries
,
destroyed
Richmond
,
Kingston
,
and
Wimbledon
,
and
are
advancing
slowly
towards
London
,
destroying
everything
on
the
way
.
It
is
impossible
to
stop
them
.
There
is
no
safety
from
the
Black
Smoke
but
in
instant
flight
.
"
That
was
all
,
but
it
was
enough
.
The
whole
population
of
the
great
six-million
city
was
stirring
,
slipping
,
running
;
presently
it
would
be
pouring
en
masse
northward
.
"
Black
Smoke
!
"
the
voices
cried
.
"
Fire
!
"
The
bells
of
the
neighbouring
church
made
a
jangling
tumult
,
a
cart
carelessly
driven
smashed
,
amid
shrieks
and
curses
,
against
the
water
trough
up
the
street
.
Sickly
yellow
lights
went
to
and
fro
in
the
houses
,
and
some
of
the
passing
cabs
flaunted
unextinguished
lamps
.
And
overhead
the
dawn
was
growing
brighter
,
clear
and
steady
and
calm
.
