1 That second start was the most foolhardy thing I ever did.
2 Once the lightning had begun, it went on in as rapid a succession of flashes as I have ever seen.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: X. IN THE STORM. 3 We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XI. AT THE WINDOW. 4 There is one thing," I said, to allay the fears I had aroused; "they are the most sluggish things I ever saw crawl.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: VII. HOW I REACHED HOME. 5 The legendary hosts of Goths and Huns, the hugest armies Asia has ever seen, would have been but a drop in that current.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XVII. THE "THUNDER CHILD". 6 The heavy beating sound was evidently just behind us, and ever and again a bright green vapour drove up like a veil across our peephole.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 2: II. WHAT WE SAW FROM THE RUINED HOUSE. 7 With overwhelming force came the thought of myself, of my wife, and the old life of hope and tender helpfulness that had ceased for ever.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 2: VIII. DEAD LONDON. 8 Yet this strangest of all things that ever came to earth from outer space must have fallen while I was sitting there, visible to me had I only looked up as it passed.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: II. THE FALLING STAR. 9 All night long the Martians were hammering and stirring, sleepless, indefatigable, at work upon the machines they were making ready, and ever and again a puff of greenish-white smoke whirled up to the starlit sky.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: VIII. FRIDAY NIGHT. 10 At the sound of a cawing overhead I looked up at the huge fighting-machine that would fight no more for ever, at the tattered red shreds of flesh that dripped down upon the overturned seats on the summit of Primrose Hill.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 2: VIII. DEAD LONDON. 11 There were one or two cartloads of refugees passing along Oxford Street, and several in the Marylebone Road, but so slowly was the news spreading that Regent Street and Portland Place were full of their usual Sunday-night promenaders, albeit they talked in groups, and along the edge of Regent's Park there were as many silent couples "walking out" together under the scattered gas lamps as ever there had been.