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Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
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I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
A great thing made of gold. Down the hill I saw it.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way.
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By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily.
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At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.
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And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
Oscar Wilde
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
