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"
Oh
,
one
ca
n't
always
work
,
"
he
said
,
and
in
a
flash
I
saw
the
man
plain
.
He
hesitated
,
holding
his
spade
.
"
We
ought
to
reconnoitre
now
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
if
any
come
near
they
may
hear
the
spades
and
drop
upon
us
unawares
.
"
I
was
no
longer
disposed
to
object
.
We
went
together
to
the
roof
and
stood
on
a
ladder
peeping
out
of
the
roof
door
.
No
Martians
were
to
be
seen
,
and
we
ventured
out
on
the
tiles
,
and
slipped
down
under
shelter
of
the
parapet
.
From
this
position
a
shrubbery
hid
the
greater
portion
of
Putney
,
but
we
could
see
the
river
below
,
a
bubbly
mass
of
red
weed
,
and
the
low
parts
of
Lambeth
flooded
and
red
.
The
red
creeper
swarmed
up
the
trees
about
the
old
palace
,
and
their
branches
stretched
gaunt
and
dead
,
and
set
with
shrivelled
leaves
,
from
amid
its
clusters
.
It
was
strange
how
entirely
dependent
both
these
things
were
upon
flowing
water
for
their
propagation
.
About
us
neither
had
gained
a
footing
;
laburnums
,
pink
mays
,
snowballs
,
and
trees
of
arbor-vitae
,
rose
out
of
laurels
and
hydrangeas
,
green
and
brilliant
into
the
sunlight
.
Beyond
Kensington
dense
smoke
was
rising
,
and
that
and
a
blue
haze
hid
the
northward
hills
.
The
artilleryman
began
to
tell
me
of
the
sort
of
people
who
still
remained
in
London
.
"
One
night
last
week
,
"
he
said
,
"
some
fools
got
the
electric
light
in
order
,
and
there
was
all
Regent
Street
and
the
Circus
ablaze
,
crowded
with
painted
and
ragged
drunkards
,
men
and
women
,
dancing
and
shouting
till
dawn
.
A
man
who
was
there
told
me
.
And
as
the
day
came
they
became
aware
of
a
fighting-machine
standing
near
by
the
Langham
and
looking
down
at
them
.
Heaven
knows
how
long
he
had
been
there
.
It
must
have
given
some
of
them
a
nasty
turn
.
He
came
down
the
road
towards
them
,
and
picked
up
nearly
a
hundred
too
drunk
or
frightened
to
run
away
.
"
Grotesque
gleam
of
a
time
no
history
will
ever
fully
describe
!
From
that
,
in
answer
to
my
questions
,
he
came
round
to
his
grandiose
plans
again
.
He
grew
enthusiastic
.
He
talked
so
eloquently
of
the
possibility
of
capturing
a
fighting-machine
that
I
more
than
half
believed
in
him
again
.
But
now
that
I
was
beginning
to
understand
something
of
his
quality
,
I
could
divine
the
stress
he
laid
on
doing
nothing
precipitately
.
And
I
noted
that
now
there
was
no
question
that
he
personally
was
to
capture
and
fight
the
great
machine
.
After
a
time
we
went
down
to
the
cellar
.
Neither
of
us
seemed
disposed
to
resume
digging
,
and
when
he
suggested
a
meal
,
I
was
nothing
loath
.
He
became
suddenly
very
generous
,
and
when
we
had
eaten
he
went
away
and
returned
with
some
excellent
cigars
.
We
lit
these
,
and
his
optimism
glowed
.
He
was
inclined
to
regard
my
coming
as
a
great
occasion
.
"
There
's
some
champagne
in
the
cellar
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
can
dig
better
on
this
Thames-side
burgundy
,
"
said
I.
