In the Days of the Comet by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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When the train stopped at the next station I had given up all thoughts of going back. I was sitting in the corner of the carriage with my bruised and wounded hand pressed under my arm, and still insensible to its pain, trying to think out clearly a scheme of action--action that should express the monstrous indignation that possessed me. CHAPTER THE THIRD THE REVOLVER Section 1 "THAT comet is going to hit the earth!" So said one of the two men who got into the train and settled down. "Ah!" said the other man. "They do say that it is made of gas, that comet. We sha'n't blow up, shall us?". . . What did it matter to me? |
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