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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 2 chapter 4 the death of the curat

it was on the sixth day of our imprisonment that i peeped for the last time and presently found myself alone instead of keeping close to me and trying to oust me from the slit the curate had gone back into the scullery i was struck by a sudden thought i went back quickly and quietly into the scullery in the darkness i heard the cure at drinking i snatched in the darkness and my fingers caught a bottle of burgundy for a few minutes there was a tussle the bottle struck the floor and broke and i desisted and rose we stood panting and threatening each other in the end i planted myself between him and the food and told him of my determination to begin a discipline i divided the food in the pantry into rations to last us ten days i would not let him eat any more than that in the afternoon he made a feeble effort to get at the food i had been dozing but in an instant i was awake all day and all night we sat face to face i weary but resolute and the weeping and complaining of his immediate hunger it was i know a night and a day but to me it seemed it seems now an interminable length of time and so our widened incompatibility ended at last in open conflict for two vast days we struggled in undertones and wrestling contests there were times when i beat and kicked him madly times when i cajoled and persuaded him and once i tried to bribe him with a little last bottle of burgundy for there was a rainwater pump from which i could get water but neither force nor kindness availed he was indeed beyond reason he would neither desist from his attacks on the food nor from his noisy babbling to himself the rudimentary precautions to keep our imprisonment in durable he wouldn't observe slowly i began to realize the complete overthrow of his intelligence to perceive that my sole companion in this close and sickly darkness was a man insane from certain vague memories i am inclined to think my own mind wandered at times i had strange and hideous dreams whenever i slept it sounds paradoxical but i am inclined to think that the weakness and insanity of the curet warned me braced me and kept me a sane man on the eighth day he began to talk aloud instead of whispering and nothing i could do would moderate his speech

it is just oh god he would say over and over again it is just on me and mine be the punishment laid we have sinned we have fallen short there was poverty sorrow the poor were trodden into the dust and i held my peace i preached acceptable folly my lord 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 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 his voice i prayed him not to he perceived a hold on me he threatened he would shout and bring the martians upon us for a time that scared me but any concession would have shortened our chance of escape beyond estimating i defied him although i felt no assurance that he might not do this thing but that day at any rate he did not he talked with his voice rising slowly through the greater part of the eighth and ninth days threats entreaties mingled with a torrent of half sane and always frothy repentance for his vacant sham of god service such as made me pity him then he slept a while and began again with renewed strength so loudly that i must needs make him desist be still i implored he rose to his knees for he had been sitting in the darkness near the copper i have been still too long he said in a tone that must have reached the pit and now i must bear witness whoa...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 2 chapter 3 the days of imprisonment

the arrival of a second fighting machine drove us from our peephole into the scullery for we feared that from his elevation the martian might see down upon us behind our barrier at a later date we began to feel less in danger of their eyes for to an eye in the dazzle of the sunlight outside our refuge must have been blank blackness but at first the slightest suggestion of approach drove us into the scullery in heart throbbing retreat yet terrible as the danger we incurred the attraction of peeping was for both of us irresistible and i recall now with a sort of wonder that in spite of the infinite danger in which we were between starvation and a still more terrible death we could yet struggle bitterly for that horrible privilege of sight we would race across the kitchen in a grotesque way between eagerness and the dread of making a noise and strike each other and thrust and kick within a few inches of exposure the fact is that we had absolutely incompatible dispositions and habits of thought and action and our danger in isolation only accentuated the incompatibility at halford i had already come to hate the curette's trick of helpless exclamation his stupid rigidity of mind his endless muttering monologue vitiated every effort i made to think out a line of action and drove me at times thus pent up and intensified almost to the verge of craziness he was as lacking in restraint as a silly woman he would weep for hours together and i verily believe that to the very end this spoiled child of life thought his weak tears in some way efficacious and i would sit in the darkness unable to keep my mind off him by reason of his importunities he ate more than i did and it was in vain i pointed out that our only chance of life was to stop in the house until the martians had done with their pit that in the long patience a time might presently come when we should need food he ate and drank impulsively in heavy meals at long intervals he slept little as the days wore on his utter carelessness of any consideration so intensified our distress and danger that i had much as i loot doing it to resort to threats and at last to blows that brought him to reason for a time but he was one of those weak creatures void of pride timorous anemic hateful souls full of shifty cunning who face neither god nor man who face not even themselves it is disagreeable for me to recall and write these things but i set them down that my story may lack nothing those who have escaped the dark and terrible aspects of life will find my brutality my flash of rage in our final tragedy easy enough to blame for they know what is wrong as well as any but not what is possible to tortured men but those who have been under the shadow who have gone down at last to elemental things will have a wider charity and while within we fought out our dark dim contest of whispers snatched food and drink and gripping hands and blows without in the pitiless sunlight of that terrible dune was the strange wonder the unfamiliar routine of the martians in the pit let me return to those first new experiences of mine after a long time i ventured back to the people to find that the newcomers had been reinforced by the occupants of no fewer than three of the fighting machines these last have brought with them certain fresh appliances that stood in an orderly manner about the cylinder the second handling machine was now completed and was busy in serving one of the novel contrivances the big machine had brought this was a body resembling a milk can in its general form above which oscillated a pear-shaped receptacle and from which a stream of white powder flowed into a circular...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 2 chapter 2 what we saw from the ruined house

after eating we crept back to the scullery and there i must have dozed again for presently when i looked round i was alone the thudding vibration continued with wearisome persistence i whispered for the cure at several times and at last felt my way to the door of the kitchen it was still daylight and i perceived him across the room lying against the triangular hole that looked out upon the martians his shoulders were hunched so that his head was hidden from me i could hear a number of noises almost like those in an engine shed and the place rocked with that beating thud through the aperture in the wall i could see the top of a tree touched with gold and the warm blue of a tranquil evening sky for a minute or so i remained watching the curate and then i advanced crouching and stepping with extreme care amid the broken crockery that littered the floor i touched the cure its leg and he started so violently that a massive plaster went sliding down outside and fell with a loud impact i gripped his arm fearing he might cry out and for a long time we crouched motionless then i turned to see how much our rampart remained the detachment of the plaster had left a vertical slit open in the debris and by raising myself cautiously across a beam i was able to see out of this gap into what had been overnight a quiet suburban roadway vast indeed was the change that we beheld the fifth cylinder must have fallen right in the midst of the house we had first visited the building had vanished completely smashed pulverized and dispersed by the blow the cylinder lay now far beneath the original foundations deep in a hole already vastly larger than the pit i had looked into at woking the earth all rounded had splashed under that tremendous impact splashed as the only word and lay in heaped piles that hit the masses of the adjacent houses it had behaved exactly like mud under the violent blow of a hammer our house had collapsed backward the front portion even on the ground floor had been destroyed completely by a chance the kitchen and scullery had escaped and stood buried now under soil and ruins closed in by tons of earth on every side safe towards the cylinder over that aspect we hung now on the very edge of the great circular pit the martians were engaged in making the heavy beating sound was evidently just behind us and ever and again a bright green vapor drove up like a veil across our peephole the cylinder was already open in the center of the pit and on the farther edge of the pit amid the smashed and gravel heaped shrubbery one of the great fighting machines deserted by its occupant stood stiff and tall against the evening sky at first i scarcely noticed the pit and the cylinder although it had been convenient to describe them first on account of the extraordinary glittering mechanism i saw busy in the excavation and on account of the strange creatures that were crawling slowly and painfully across the heaped mold near it the mechanism it certainly was that held my attention first it was one of those complicated fabrics that have since been called handling machines and the study of which has already given such an enormous impetus to terrestrial invention as it dawned upon me first it presented a sort of metallic spider with five jointed agile legs and with an extraordinary number of jointed levers bars and reaching and clutching tentacles about its body most of its arms were retracted but with three long tentacles it was fishing out a number of rods plates and bars which lined the covering and apparently strengthened the walls of the cylinder these as it extracted them were lifted out and deposited upon a...

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war of the worlds by h.g wells book 2 the earth under the martians chapter 1 underfoot

the first book i have wondered so much from my own adventures to tell of the experiences of my brother that all through the last two chapters i and the curate have been lurking in the empty house at halford whether we fled to escape the black smoke there i will resume we stop there or sunday night and all the next day the day of the panic in a little island of daylight cut off by the black smoke from the rest of the world we could do nothing but wait in aching inactivity during these two weary days my mind was occupied by anxiety for my wife i figured her at leatherhead terrified in danger mourning me already as a dead man i paced the rooms and cried aloud when i thought of how i was cut off from her of all that might happen to her in my absence my cousin i knew was brave enough for any emergency but he was not the sort of man to realize danger quickly to rise promptly what was needed now was not bravery but circumspection my only consolation was to believe that the martians were moving londonwood and away from her such vague anxieties kept the mind sensitive and painful i grew very weary and irritable with the curette's perpetual ejaculations i tired of the sight of his selfish despair after some ineffectual roman strands i kept away from him staying in a room evidently a children's school room containing globes forms and copy books when he followed me thither i went to a box room at the top of the house and in order to be alone with my aching miseries locked myself in we were hopelessly hemmed in by the black smoke all that day and the morning of the next there were signs of people in the next house on sunday evening a face at a window and moving lights and later the slamming of a door but i do not know who these people were nor what became of them we saw nothing of them the next day the black smoke drifted slowly riverwood all through monday morning creeping nearer and nearer to us driving at last along the roadway outside the house that hit us a martian came across the fields about midday laying the stuff with the jet of superheated steam that hissed against the walls smashed all the windows it touched and scolded the cure its hand as he fled out of the front room when at last we crept across the sodden rooms and looked out again the country northwood was as though a black snow storm had passed over it looking towards the river we were astonished to see an unaccountable redness mingling with the black of the scorched meadows for a time we did not see how this change affected our position saved that we were relieved of our fear of the black smoke but later i perceived that we were no longer hemmed in and that now we might get away so soon as i realized that the way of escape was open my dream of action returned but the curette was lethargic and unreasonable we are safe here he repeated safe here i resolved to leave him would that i had wiser now from the artilleryman's teaching i sought out food and drink i had found oil and rags for my burns and i also took a hat and a flannel shirt that i found in one of the bedrooms when it was clear to him that i meant to go alone had reconciled myself to going alone he suddenly roused himself to come and all being quiet throughout the afternoon we started about five o'clock as i should judge along the blacken road to sunbury in sunbury and at intervals along the road were dead bodies lying in contorted attitudes horses as well as men overturned carts and luggage all covered thickly with black dust that paul of syndry powder made me think of what i had read of the destruction of pompeii we got to hampton court without misadventure our minds full...

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