After the glimpse I had had of the Martians emerging from the cylinder in which they had come to...
A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun, it went on in as rapid a succession of flashes as I have ever seen.
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.