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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: Then round the corner of the lane, from between the villas
that guarded it at its confluence with the high road, came a
little cart drawn by a sweating black pony and driven by a
sallow youth in a bowler hat, grey with dust. There were
three girls, East End factory girls, and a couple of little chil-
dren crowded in the cart.
"This'll tike us rahnd Edgware?" asked the driver, wild-
eyed, white-faced; and when my brother told him it would
if he turned to the left, he whipped up at once without the
formality of thanks.
My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among
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