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I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
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And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
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.
How surprised he’ll be when he finds out
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected
