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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: struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my
place. The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went
stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the dark-
ness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy
exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us.
That night another invisible missile started on its way to
the earth from Mars, just a second or so under twenty-four
hours after the first one. I remember how I sat on the table
there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson
swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke
by, little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam I had
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