In the first book I have wandered so much from my own adventures to tell of the experiences of my brother that all through the last two chapters I and the curate have been lurking in the empty house at Halliford whither we fled to escape the Black Smoke.
Many think that in some way they are able to generate an intense heat in a chamber of practically absolute non-conductivity.
My only consola- tion was to believe that the Martians were moving London- ward and away from her. Such vague anxieties keep the mind sensitive and painful. I grew very weary and irritable with the curate’s perpetual ejaculations; I tired of the sight of his selfish despair.