Quotation from: The War of the Worlds

Written by: H. G. Wells


The day seemed, by contrast with my recent confinement, dazzlingly
bright, the sky a glowing blue. A gentle breeze kept the red weed
that covered every scrap of unoccupied ground gently swaying. And oh!
the sweetness of the air!




CHAPTER SIX


THE WORK OF FIFTEEN DAYS

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