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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: prayed confidently to God. Surely, if we have learned noth-
ing else, this war has taught us pity--pity for those witless
souls that suffer our dominion.
The morning was bright and fine, and the eastern sky
glowed pink, and was fretted with little golden clouds. In
the road that runs from the top of Putney Hill to Wimbledon
was a number of poor vestiges of the panic torrent that must
have poured Londonward on the Sunday night after the
fighting began. There was a little two-wheeled cart inscribed
with the name of Thomas Lobb, Greengrocer, New Malden,
with a smashed wheel and an abandoned tin trunk; there
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