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@@ -1,8 +1,6 @@ -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WAR OF THE WORLDS *** - -cover - +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 36 *** +/ The War of the Worlds @@ -990,7 +988,7 @@ gate. “What’s it all abart?” “Haven’t you heard of the men from Mars?” said I; “the creatures from Mars?” -“Quite enough,” said the woman over the gate. “Thenks”; and all three +“Quite enough,” said the woman over the gate. “Thenks;” and all three of them laughed. I felt foolish and angry. I tried and found I could not tell them what @@ -1243,7 +1241,7 @@ to cook yer! What we got to do is to go as near as the ground’ll let us, and then drive a trench.” “Blow yer trenches! You always want trenches; you ought to ha’ been -born a rabbit Snippy.” +born a rabbit, Snippy.” “Ain’t they got any necks, then?” said a third, abruptly—a little, contemplative, dark man, smoking a pipe. @@ -1343,7 +1341,7 @@ others dismounted, and began running from house to house. The sun, shining through the smoke that drove up from the tops of the trees, seemed blood red, and threw an unfamiliar lurid light upon everything. -“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here”; and I started off at once for +“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here;” and I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was @@ -1772,7 +1770,7 @@ himself lying under a heap of charred dead men and dead horses. of a horse atop of me. We’d been wiped out. And the smell—good God! Like burnt meat! I was hurt across the back by the fall of the horse, and there I had to lie until I felt better. Just like parade it had -been a minute before—then stumble, bang, swish!” +been a minute before—then stumble, bang, swish! “Wiped out!” he said. @@ -1871,7 +1869,7 @@ Between us and Leatherhead, however, lay the third cylinder, with its guarding giants. Had I been alone, I think I should have taken my chance and struck across country. But the artilleryman dissuaded me: “It’s no kindness to the right sort of wife,” he said, “to make her a -widow”; and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the +widow;” and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the woods, northward as far as Street Cobham before I parted with him. Thence I would make a big detour by Epsom to reach Leatherhead. @@ -4818,8 +4816,8 @@ me and mine be the punishment laid. We have sinned, we have fallen short. There was poverty, sorrow; the poor were trodden in the dust, and I held my peace. I preached acceptable folly—my God, what folly!—when I should have stood up, though I died for it, and called -upon them to repent—repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy . . -. ! The wine press of God!” +upon them to repent—repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy! . . +. The wine press of God!” Then he would suddenly revert to the matter of the food I withheld from him, praying, begging, weeping, at last threatening. He began to raise @@ -5641,8 +5639,8 @@ needless length of tunnel. And just as I was beginning to face these things, the artilleryman stopped digging, and looked at me. “We’re working well,” he said. He put down his spade. “Let us knock off -a bit” he said. “I think it’s time we reconnoitred from the roof of the -house.” +a bit,” he said. “I think it’s time we reconnoitred from the roof of +the house.” I was for going on, and after a little hesitation he resumed his spade; and then suddenly I was struck by a thought. I stopped, and so did he @@ -5960,7 +5958,7 @@ it was, with gigantic machines here and there within it, huge mounds of material and strange shelter places. And scattered about it, some in their overturned war-machines, some in the now rigid handling-machines, and a dozen of them stark and silent and laid in a row, were the -Martians—_dead_!—slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against +Martians—_dead!_—slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all man’s devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his wisdom, has put upon this earth. @@ -6373,5 +6371,5 @@ great day. . . . And strangest of all is it to hold my wife’s hand again, and to think that I have counted her, and that she has counted me, among the dead. -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WAR OF THE WORLDS *** +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 36 *** |