And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London ...
A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun....
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...
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola. ...