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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: Chertsey, and struck the town.
At sight of these strange, swift, and terrible creatures the
crowd near the water's edge seemed to me to be for a moment
horror-struck. There was no screaming or shouting, but a
silence. Then a hoarse murmur and a movement of feet--a
splashing from the water. A man, too frightened to drop the
portmanteau he carried on his shoulder, swung round and
sent me staggering with a blow from the corner of his burden.
A woman thrust at me with her hand and rushed past me. I
turned with the rush of the people, but I was not too terrified
for thought. The terrible Heat-Ray was in my mind. To get
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