He runs towards the Maybury Hill: Embeds
At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.
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And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
Oscar Wilde
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.
I realized that the crest must be within the range of…
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.
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The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
It must be in a month, but I see nothing here
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
