Quotation from: The War of the Worlds

Written by: H. G. Wells


On the twelfth day my throat was so painful that, taking the chance
of alarming the Martians, I attacked the creaking rain-water pump that
stood by the sink, and got a couple of glassfuls of blackened and
tainted rain water. I was greatly refreshed by this, and emboldened
by the fact that no enquiring tentacle followed the noise of my
pumping.


During these days, in a rambling, inconclusive way, I thought much
of the curate and of the manner of his death.

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