When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way.
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
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.