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"
Great
God
!
,
"
cried
I.
"
But
you
are
a
man
indeed
!
"
And
suddenly
I
gripped
his
hand
.
"
Eh
!
"
he
said
,
with
his
eyes
shining
.
"
I
've
thought
it
out
,
eh
?
"
"
Go
on
,
"
I
said
.
"
Well
,
those
who
mean
to
escape
their
catching
must
get
ready
.
I
'm
getting
ready
.
Mind
you
,
it
is
n't
all
of
us
that
are
made
for
wild
beasts
;
and
that
's
what
it
's
got
to
be
.
That
's
why
I
watched
you
.
I
had
my
doubts
.
You
're
slender
.
I
did
n't
know
that
it
was
you
,
you
see
,
or
just
how
you
'd
been
buried
.
All
these
--
the
sort
of
people
that
lived
in
these
houses
,
and
all
those
damn
little
clerks
that
used
to
live
down
that
way
--
they
'd
be
no
good
.
They
have
n't
any
spirit
in
them
--
no
proud
dreams
and
no
proud
lusts
;
and
a
man
who
has
n't
one
or
the
other
--
Lord
!
What
is
he
but
funk
and
precautions
?
They
just
used
to
skedaddle
off
to
work
--
I
've
seen
hundreds
of
'em
,
bit
of
breakfast
in
hand
,
running
wild
and
shining
to
catch
their
little
season-ticket
train
,
for
fear
they
'd
get
dismissed
if
they
did
n't
;
working
at
businesses
they
were
afraid
to
take
the
trouble
to
understand
;
skedaddling
back
for
fear
they
would
n't
be
in
time
for
dinner
;
keeping
indoors
after
dinner
for
fear
of
the
back
streets
,
and
sleeping
with
the
wives
they
married
,
not
because
they
wanted
them
,
but
because
they
had
a
bit
of
money
that
would
make
for
safety
in
their
one
little
miserable
skedaddle
through
the
world
.
Lives
insured
and
a
bit
invested
for
fear
of
accidents
.
And
on
Sundays
--
fear
of
the
hereafter
.
As
if
hell
was
built
for
rabbits
!
Well
,
the
Martians
will
just
be
a
godsend
to
these
.
Nice
roomy
cages
,
fattening
food
,
careful
breeding
,
no
worry
.
After
a
week
or
so
chasing
about
the
fields
and
lands
on
empty
stomachs
,
they
'll
come
and
be
caught
cheerful
.
They
'll
be
quite
glad
after
a
bit
.
They
'll
wonder
what
people
did
before
there
were
Martians
to
take
care
of
them
.
And
the
bar
loafers
,
and
mashers
,
and
singers
--
I
can
imagine
them
.
I
can
imagine
them
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
sort
of
sombre
gratification
.
"
There
'll
be
any
amount
of
sentiment
and
religion
loose
among
them
.
There
's
hundreds
of
things
I
saw
with
my
eyes
that
I
've
only
begun
to
see
clearly
these
last
few
days
.
There
's
lots
will
take
things
as
they
are
--
fat
and
stupid
;
and
lots
will
be
worried
by
a
sort
of
feeling
that
it
's
all
wrong
,
and
that
they
ought
to
be
doing
something
.
Now
whenever
things
are
so
that
a
lot
of
people
feel
they
ought
to
be
doing
something
,
the
weak
,
and
those
who
go
weak
with
a
lot
of
complicated
thinking
,
always
make
for
a
sort
of
do-nothing
religion
,
very
pious
and
superior
,
and
submit
to
persecution
and
the
will
of
the
Lord
.
Very
likely
you
've
seen
the
same
thing
.
It
's
energy
in
a
gale
of
funk
,
and
turned
clean
inside
out
.
These
cages
will
be
full
of
psalms
and
hymns
and
piety
.
And
those
of
a
less
simple
sort
will
work
in
a
bit
of
--
what
is
it
?
--
eroticism
.
"
He
paused
.
"
Very
likely
these
Martians
will
make
pets
of
some
of
them
;
train
them
to
do
tricks
--
who
knows
?
--
get
sentimental
over
the
pet
boy
who
grew
up
and
had
to
be
killed
.
And
some
,
maybe
,
they
will
train
to
hunt
us
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
cried
,
"
that
's
impossible
!
No
human
being
--
--
"
"
What
's
the
good
of
going
on
with
such
lies
?
"
said
the
artilleryman
.
"
There
's
men
who
'd
do
it
cheerful
.
What
nonsense
to
pretend
there
is
n't
!
"
And
I
succumbed
to
his
conviction
.
