Война миров

The Exodus From London

           Mybrothersawdimlythroughthedustthattwomenliftedoutsomethingonawhitestretcherandputitgentlyonthegrassbeneaththeprivethedge. 

           Oneofthemencamerunningtomybrother. 

           "Whereisthereanywater?"hesaid. "Heisdyingfast,andverythirsty.ItisLordGarrick." 

           "LordGarrick!"saidmybrother;"theChiefJustice?" 

           "Thewater?"hesaid. 

           "Theremaybeatap,"saidmybrother,"insomeofthehouses. Wehavenowater. Idarenotleavemypeople." 

           Themanpushedagainstthecrowdtowardsthegateofthecornerhouse. 

           "Goon!"saidthepeople,thrustingathim."Theyarecoming!Goon!" 

           Thenmybrother’sattentionwasdistractedbyabearded,eagle-facedmanluggingasmallhandbag,whichsplitevenasmybrother’seyesrestedonitanddisgorgedamassofsovereignsthatseemedtobreakupintoseparatecoinsasitstrucktheground. Theyrolledhitherandthitheramongthestrugglingfeetofmenandhorses. Themanstoppedandlookedstupidlyattheheap,andtheshaftofacabstruckhisshoulderandsenthimreeling. Hegaveashriekanddodgedback,andacartwheelshavedhimnarrowly. 

           "Way!"criedthemenallabouthim."Makeway!" 

           Sosoonasthecabhadpassed,heflunghimself,withbothhandsopen,upontheheapofcoins,andbeganthrustinghandfulsinhispocket. 

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