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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: the remoter bank of the pit and a handling-machine that
was buried out of my sight in a corner of the pit immedi-
ately beneath my peephole, the place was deserted by them.
Except for the pale glow from the handling-machine and the
bars and patches of white moonlight the pit was in dark-
ness, and, except for the clinking of the handling-machine,
quite still. That night was a beautiful serenity; save for one
planet, the moon seemed to have the sky to herself. I heard
a dog howling, and that familiar sound it was that made
me listen. Then I heard quite distinctly a booming ex-
actly like the sound of great guns. Six distinct reports I
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