Quotation from: The War of the Worlds

Written by: H. G. Wells


For a long time my brother stared out of the window in blank
astonishment, watching the policemen hammering at door after door, and
delivering their incomprehensible message. Then the door behind him
opened, and the man who lodged across the landing came in, dressed
only in shirt, trousers, and slippers, his braces loose about his
waist, his hair disordered from his pillow.


"What the devil is it?" he asked. "A fire? What a devil of a
row!"

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