1 But the curate was lethargic, unreasonable.
2 The curate I left in the shed, but he came hurrying after me.
3 There the curate crouched, weeping silently, and refusing to stir again.
4 I do not clearly remember the arrival of the curate, so that probably I dozed.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XIII. HOW I FELL IN WITH THE CURATE. 5 I told the curate I was going to seek food, and felt my way towards the pantry.
6 I could just see the curate's face, a dim, oval shape, and his collar and cuffs.
7 I whispered for the curate several times, and at last felt my way to the door of the kitchen.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 2: II. WHAT WE SAW FROM THE RUINED HOUSE. 8 I grew very weary and irritable with the curate's perpetual ejaculations; I tired of the sight of his selfish despair.
9 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.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 2: II. WHAT WE SAW FROM THE RUINED HOUSE. 10 No sooner had the curate overtaken me than we saw either the fighting-machine we had seen before or another, far away across the meadows in the direction of Kew Lodge.
11 The curate, who was still timorous and restless, was now, oddly enough, for pushing on, and I was urging him to keep up his strength by eating when the thing happened that was to imprison us.
12 I was insensible for a long time, the curate told me, and when I came to we were in darkness again, and he, with a face wet, as I found afterwards, with blood from a cut forehead, was dabbing water over me.
13 A Martian came across the fields about midday, laying the stuff with a jet of superheated steam that hissed against the walls, smashed all the windows it touched, and scalded the curate's hand as he fled out of the front room.
14 At this sight the curate cried faintly in his throat, and began running; but I knew it was no good running from a Martian, and I turned aside and crawled through dewy nettles and brambles into the broad ditch by the side of the road.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XV. WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN SURREY. 15 It was while the curate had sat and talked so wildly to me under the hedge in the flat meadows near Halliford, and while my brother was watching the fugitives stream over Westminster Bridge, that the Martians had resumed the offensive.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XV. WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN SURREY. 16 In the first book I have wandered 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 Halliford whither we fled to escape the Black Smoke.
17 At the same time four of their fighting machines, similarly armed with tubes, crossed the river, and two of them, black against the western sky, came into sight of myself and the curate as we hurried wearily and painfully along the road that runs northward out of Halliford.
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