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al bulk, embedded in the ground. The turf and gravel about it seemed charred as if by a sudden explosion. No doubt its impact had caused a flash of fire. H

musing themselves--until I stopped them--by throwing stones at the giant mass. After I had s

le talking. Few of the common people in England had anything but the vaguest astronomical ideas in those days. Most of them were staring quietly at the big table like end of the cylinder, which was still as Ogilvy and Henderson had left it. I fancy the popul

ee blown across the road. Not so much so, indeed. It looked like a rusty gas float. It required a certain amount of scientific education to perceive that the grey scale of the Thing was no

at there were men in Mars. My mind ran fancifully on the possibilities of its containing manuscript, on the difficulties in translation that might arise, whether we should find coins and models in it, and so forth. Yet it was a little too larg

ltered very much. The early editions of the evening

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to the Astronomical Exchange had roused

lordly carriage. Besides that, there was quite a heap of bicycles. In addition, a large number of people must have walked, in spite of the heat

eather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards Ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical stre

ned was Stent, the Astronomer Royal, with several workmen wielding spades and pickaxes. Stent was giving directions in a clear, high-pitched voice. He was st

As soon as Ogilvy saw me among the staring crowd on the edge of the pit he called to me to

the people back. He told me that a faint stirring was occasionally still audible within the case, but that the workmen had failed to unscrew the top, as it af

failed to find Lord Hilton at his house, but I was told he was expected from London by the six o'clock train from Water