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The Heat-Ray

           Overheadthestarsweremustering,andinthewesttheskywasstillapale,bright,almostgreenishblue. ThetopsofthepinetreesandtheroofsofHorsellcameoutsharpandblackagainstthewesternafterglow. TheMartiansandtheirapplianceswerealtogetherinvisible,saveforthatthinmastuponwhichtheirrestlessmirrorwobbled. Patchesofbushandisolatedtreeshereandtheresmokedandglowedstill,andthehousestowardsWokingstationweresendingupspiresofflameintothestillnessoftheeveningair. 

           Nothingwaschangedsaveforthatandaterribleastonishment. Thelittlegroupofblackspeckswiththeflagofwhitehadbeensweptoutofexistence,andthestillnessoftheevening,soitseemedtome,hadscarcelybeenbroken. 

           ItcametomethatIwasuponthisdarkcommon,helpless,unprotected,andalone. Suddenly,likeathingfallinguponmefromwithout,camefear. 

           WithaneffortIturnedandbeganastumblingrunthroughtheheather. 

           ThefearIfeltwasnorationalfear,butapanicterrornotonlyoftheMartians,butoftheduskandstillnessallaboutme. SuchanextraordinaryeffectinunmanningmeithadthatIranweepingsilentlyasachildmightdo. OnceIhadturned,Ididnotdaretolookback. 

           IrememberIfeltanextraordinarypersuasionthatIwasbeingplayedwith,thatpresently,whenIwasupontheveryvergeofsafety,thismysteriousdeathasswiftasthepassageoflightwouldleapaftermefromthepitaboutthecylinderandstrikemedown. 

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