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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: me with glaring exaggeration. I seemed a traitor to my wife
and to my kind; I was filled with remorse. I resolved to leave
this strange undisciplined dreamer of great things to his drink
and gluttony, and to go on into London. There, it seemed
to me, I had the best chance of learning what the Martians
and my fellowmen were doing. I was still upon the roof when
the late moon rose.
CHAPTER EIGHT
DEAD LONDON
After I had parted from the artilleryman, I went down
the hill, and by the High Street across the bridge to Fulham.
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