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And all about him–in the rooms below, in the houses on each side and
across the road, and behind in the Park Terraces and in the hundred
other streets of that part of Marylebone, and the Westbourne Park
district and St. Pancras, and westward and northward in Kilburn and St.
John’s Wood and Hampstead, and eastward in Shoreditch and Highbury and
Haggerston and Hoxton, and, indeed, through all the vastness of London
from Ealing to East Ham–people were rubbing their eyes, and opening
windows to stare out and ask aimless questions.
Dressing hastily as the first breath of the coming storm of Fear blew
through the streets. It was the dawn of the great panic. London, which
had gone to bed on Sunday night oblivious and inert, was awakened, in
the small hours of Monday morning, to a vivid sense of danger.
Unable from his window to learn what was happening, my brother went down
and out into the street, just as the sky between the parapets of the
houses grew pink with the early dawn. The flying people on foot and in
vehicles grew more numerous every moment. “Black Smoke!” he heard people
crying, and again “Black Smoke!” The contagion of such a unanimous fear
was inevitable. As my brother hesitated on the door-step, he saw
another news vender approaching, and got a paper forthwith. The man was
running away with the rest, and selling his papers for a shilling each
as he ran–a grotesque mingling of profit and panic.
And from this paper my brother read that catastrophic dispatch of the Commander-in-Chief
The Martians are able to discharge enormous clouds of a black and
poisonous vapour by means of rockets. They have smothered our batteries,
destroyed Richmond, Kingston, and Wimbledon, and are advancing slowly
towards London, destroying everything on the way. It is impossible to
stop them. There is no safety from the Black Smoke but in instant
flight.