1 They both craned their heads out of the window, straining to hear what the policemen were shouting.
2 And losing our heads, and rushing off in crowds to where there wasn't any more safety than where we were.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 2: VII. THE MAN ON PUTNEY HILL. 3 She headed straight for a second Martian, and was within a hundred yards of him when the Heat-Ray came to bear.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XVII. THE "THUNDER CHILD". 4 His room was an attic and as he thrust his head out, up and down the street there were a dozen echoes to the noise of his window sash, and heads in every kind of night disarray appeared.
5 So close on the heels of this as to seem instantaneous came a thud behind me, a clash of glass, a crash and rattle of falling masonry all about us, and the plaster of the ceiling came down upon us, smashing into a multitude of fragments upon our heads.
6 In one place we blundered upon a scorched and blackened area, now cooling and ashen, and a number of scattered dead bodies of men, burned horribly about the heads and trunks but with their legs and boots mostly intact; and of dead horses, fifty feet, perhaps, behind a line of four ripped guns and smashed gun carriages.
7 Then, with a whistling note that rose above the droning of the pit, the beam swung close over their heads, lighting the tops of the beech trees that line the road, and splitting the bricks, smashing the windows, firing the window frames, and bringing down in crumbling ruin a portion of the gable of the house nearest the corner.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: VI. THE HEAT-RAY IN THE CHOBHAM ROAD. 8 By three, people were being trampled and crushed even in Bishopsgate Street, a couple of hundred yards or more from Liverpool Street station; revolvers were fired, people stabbed, and the policemen who had been sent to direct the traffic, exhausted and infuriated, were breaking the heads of the people they were called out to protect.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XVI. THE EXODUS FROM LONDON. 9 So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.
The War of the Worlds By H. G. WellsContextHighlight In BOOK 1: XVI. THE EXODUS FROM LONDON.