After the glimpse I had had of the Martians emerging from the cylinder in which they had come to...
By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily.
And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected
I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men