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"
No
,
"
said
he
;
"
I
am
host
today
.
Champagne
!
Great
God
!
We
've
a
heavy
enough
task
before
us
!
Let
us
take
a
rest
and
gather
strength
while
we
may
.
Look
at
these
blistered
hands
!
"
And
pursuant
to
this
idea
of
a
holiday
,
he
insisted
upon
playing
cards
after
we
had
eaten
.
He
taught
me
euchre
,
and
after
dividing
London
between
us
,
I
taking
the
northern
side
and
he
the
southern
,
we
played
for
parish
points
.
Grotesque
and
foolish
as
this
will
seem
to
the
sober
reader
,
it
is
absolutely
true
,
and
what
is
more
remarkable
,
I
found
the
card
game
and
several
others
we
played
extremely
interesting
.
Strange
mind
of
man
!
that
,
with
our
species
upon
the
edge
of
extermination
or
appalling
degradation
,
with
no
clear
prospect
before
us
but
the
chance
of
a
horrible
death
,
we
could
sit
following
the
chance
of
this
painted
pasteboard
,
and
playing
the
"
joker
"
with
vivid
delight
.
Afterwards
he
taught
me
poker
,
and
I
beat
him
at
three
tough
chess
games
.
When
dark
came
we
decided
to
take
the
risk
,
and
lit
a
lamp
.
After
an
interminable
string
of
games
,
we
supped
,
and
the
artilleryman
finished
the
champagne
.
We
went
on
smoking
the
cigars
.
He
was
no
longer
the
energetic
regenerator
of
his
species
I
had
encountered
in
the
morning
.
He
was
still
optimistic
,
but
it
was
a
less
kinetic
,
a
more
thoughtful
optimism
.
I
remember
he
wound
up
with
my
health
,
proposed
in
a
speech
of
small
variety
and
considerable
intermittence
.
I
took
a
cigar
,
and
went
upstairs
to
look
at
the
lights
of
which
he
had
spoken
that
blazed
so
greenly
along
the
Highgate
hills
.
At
first
I
stared
unintelligently
across
the
London
valley
.
The
northern
hills
were
shrouded
in
darkness
;
the
fires
near
Kensington
glowed
redly
,
and
now
and
then
an
orange-red
tongue
of
flame
flashed
up
and
vanished
in
the
deep
blue
night
.
All
the
rest
of
London
was
black
.
Then
,
nearer
,
I
perceived
a
strange
light
,
a
pale
,
violet-purple
fluorescent
glow
,
quivering
under
the
night
breeze
.
For
a
space
I
could
not
understand
it
,
and
then
I
knew
that
it
must
be
the
red
weed
from
which
this
faint
irradiation
proceeded
.
With
that
realisation
my
dormant
sense
of
wonder
,
my
sense
of
the
proportion
of
things
,
awoke
again
.
I
glanced
from
that
to
Mars
,
red
and
clear
,
glowing
high
in
the
west
,
and
then
gazed
long
and
earnestly
at
the
darkness
of
Hampstead
and
Highgate
.
I
remained
a
very
long
time
upon
the
roof
,
wondering
at
the
grotesque
changes
of
the
day
.
I
recalled
my
mental
states
from
the
midnight
prayer
to
the
foolish
card-playing
.
I
had
a
violent
revulsion
of
feeling
.
I
remember
I
flung
away
the
cigar
with
a
certain
wasteful
symbolism
.
My
folly
came
to
me
with
glaring
exaggeration
.
I
seemed
a
traitor
to
my
wife
and
to
my
kind
;
I
was
filled
with
remorse
.
I
resolved
to
leave
this
strange
undisciplined
dreamer
of
great
things
to
his
drink
and
gluttony
,
and
to
go
on
into
London
.
There
,
it
seemed
to
me
,
I
had
the
best
chance
of
learning
what
the
Martians
and
my
fellowmen
were
doing
.
I
was
still
upon
the
roof
when
the
late
moon
rose
.
After
I
had
parted
from
the
artilleryman
,
I
went
down
the
hill
,
and
by
the
High
Street
across
the
bridge
to
Fulham
.
The
red
weed
was
tumultuous
at
that
time
,
and
nearly
choked
the
bridge
roadway
;
but
its
fronds
were
already
whitened
in
patches
by
the
spreading
disease
that
presently
removed
it
so
swiftly
.
At
the
corner
of
the
lane
that
runs
to
Putney
Bridge
station
I
found
a
man
lying
.
He
was
as
black
as
a
sweep
with
the
black
dust
,
alive
,
but
helplessly
and
speechlessly
drunk
.
I
could
get
nothing
from
him
but
curses
and
furious
lunges
at
my
head
.
I
think
I
should
have
stayed
by
him
but
for
the
brutal
expression
of
his
face
.
There
was
black
dust
along
the
roadway
from
the
bridge
onwards
,
and
it
grew
thicker
in
Fulham
.
The
streets
were
horribly
quiet
.
I
got
food
--
sour
,
hard
,
and
mouldy
,
but
quite
eatable
--
in
a
baker
's
shop
here
.
Some
way
towards
Walham
Green
the
streets
became
clear
of
powder
,
and
I
passed
a
white
terrace
of
houses
on
fire
;
the
noise
of
the
burning
was
an
absolute
relief
.
Going
on
towards
Brompton
,
the
streets
were
quiet
again
.
