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The
sun
sank
into
grey
clouds
,
the
sky
flushed
and
darkened
,
the
evening
star
trembled
into
sight
.
It
was
deep
twilight
when
the
captain
cried
out
and
pointed
.
My
brother
strained
his
eyes
.
Something
rushed
up
into
the
sky
out
of
the
greyness
--
rushed
slantingly
upward
and
very
swiftly
into
the
luminous
clearness
above
the
clouds
in
the
western
sky
;
something
flat
and
broad
,
and
very
large
,
that
swept
round
in
a
vast
curve
,
grew
smaller
,
sank
slowly
,
and
vanished
again
into
the
grey
mystery
of
the
night
.
And
as
it
flew
it
rained
down
darkness
upon
the
land
.
In
the
first
book
I
have
wandered
so
much
from
my
own
adventures
to
tell
of
the
experiences
of
my
brother
that
all
through
the
last
two
chapters
I
and
the
curate
have
been
lurking
in
the
empty
house
at
Halliford
whither
we
fled
to
escape
the
Black
Smoke
.
There
I
will
resume
.
We
stopped
there
all
Sunday
night
and
all
the
next
day
--
the
day
of
the
panic
--
in
a
little
island
of
daylight
,
cut
off
by
the
Black
Smoke
from
the
rest
of
the
world
.
We
could
do
nothing
but
wait
in
aching
inactivity
during
those
two
weary
days
.
My
mind
was
occupied
by
anxiety
for
my
wife
.
I
figured
her
at
Leatherhead
,
terrified
,
in
danger
,
mourning
me
already
as
a
dead
man
.
I
paced
the
rooms
and
cried
aloud
when
I
thought
of
how
I
was
cut
off
from
her
,
of
all
that
might
happen
to
her
in
my
absence
.
My
cousin
I
knew
was
brave
enough
for
any
emergency
,
but
he
was
not
the
sort
of
man
to
realise
danger
quickly
,
to
rise
promptly
.
What
was
needed
now
was
not
bravery
,
but
circumspection
.
My
only
consolation
was
to
believe
that
the
Martians
were
moving
London-ward
and
away
from
her
.
Such
vague
anxieties
keep
the
mind
sensitive
and
painful
.
I
grew
very
weary
and
irritable
with
the
curate
's
perpetual
ejaculations
;
I
tired
of
the
sight
of
his
selfish
despair
.
After
some
ineffectual
remonstrance
I
kept
away
from
him
,
staying
in
a
room
--
evidently
a
children
's
schoolroom
--
containing
globes
,
forms
,
and
copybooks
.
When
he
followed
me
thither
,
I
went
to
a
box
room
at
the
top
of
the
house
and
,
in
order
to
be
alone
with
my
aching
miseries
,
locked
myself
in
.
We
were
hopelessly
hemmed
in
by
the
Black
Smoke
all
that
day
and
the
morning
of
the
next
.
There
were
signs
of
people
in
the
next
house
on
Sunday
evening
--
a
face
at
a
window
and
moving
lights
,
and
later
the
slamming
of
a
door
.
But
I
do
not
know
who
these
people
were
,
nor
what
became
of
them
.
We
saw
nothing
of
them
next
day
.
The
Black
Smoke
drifted
slowly
riverward
all
through
Monday
morning
,
creeping
nearer
and
nearer
to
us
,
driving
at
last
along
the
roadway
outside
the
house
that
hid
us
.
A
Martian
came
across
the
fields
about
midday
,
laying
the
stuff
with
a
jet
of
superheated
steam
that
hissed
against
the
walls
,
smashed
all
the
windows
it
touched
,
and
scalded
the
curate
's
hand
as
he
fled
out
of
the
front
room
.
When
at
last
we
crept
across
the
sodden
rooms
and
looked
out
again
,
the
country
northward
was
as
though
a
black
snowstorm
had
passed
over
it
.
Looking
towards
the
river
,
we
were
astonished
to
see
an
unaccountable
redness
mingling
with
the
black
of
the
scorched
meadows
.
For
a
time
we
did
not
see
how
this
change
affected
our
position
,
save
that
we
were
relieved
of
our
fear
of
the
Black
Smoke
.
But
later
I
perceived
that
we
were
no
longer
hemmed
in
,
that
now
we
might
get
away
.
So
soon
as
I
realised
that
the
way
of
escape
was
open
,
my
dream
of
action
returned
.
But
the
curate
was
lethargic
,
unreasonable
.
"
We
are
safe
here
,
"
he
repeated
;
"
safe
here
.
"
I
resolved
to
leave
him
--
would
that
I
had
!
Wiser
now
for
the
artilleryman
's
teaching
,
I
sought
out
food
and
drink
.
I
had
found
oil
and
rags
for
my
burns
,
and
I
also
took
a
hat
and
a
flannel
shirt
that
I
found
in
one
of
the
bedrooms
.
When
it
was
clear
to
him
that
I
meant
to
go
alone
--
had
reconciled
myself
to
going
alone
--
he
suddenly
roused
himself
to
come
.
And
all
being
quiet
throughout
the
afternoon
,
we
started
about
five
o'clock
,
as
I
should
judge
,
along
the
blackened
road
to
Sunbury
.
In
Sunbury
,
and
at
intervals
along
the
road
,
were
dead
bodies
lying
in
contorted
attitudes
,
horses
as
well
as
men
,
overturned
carts
and
luggage
,
all
covered
thickly
with
black
dust
.
