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.
The great excavation lay far from the plaza
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
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I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
It is very curious to watch this
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.
I realized that the crest must be within the range of…
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.
It must be in a month, but I see nothing here
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
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The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
