\nEnquiries were being shouted. “They are coming!” bawled a policeman, hammering at the door; “the Martians are coming<\/s>!”\n and hurried to the next door of Monday by the sound of door knockers, \nfeet running in the street, distant drumming, and a clamour of bells. \nRed reflections danced on the ceiling. For a moment he lay astonished, \nwondering whether day had come or the world gone mad. Then he jumped out\n of bed and ran to the window.\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The sound of drumming and trumpeting came from the Albany Street Barracks, and every church within earshot was hard at work killing sleep with a vehement disorderly tocsin. There was a noise of doors opening, and window after window in the houses opposite flashed from darkness into yellow illumination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Up the street came galloping a closed carriage, bursting abruptly into noise at the corner, rising to a clattering climax under the window, and dying away slowly in the distance. Close on the rear of this came a couple of cabs, the forerunners of a long procession of flying vehicles, going for the most part to Chalk Farm station, where the North-Western special trains were loading up, instead of coming down the gradient into Euston.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They both craned their heads out of the window, straining to hear what the policemen were shouting. People were coming out of the side streets, and standing in groups at the corners talking. What the devil is it all about?” said my brother’s fellow lodger. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My brother answered him vaguely and began to dress, running with each garment to the window in order to miss nothing of the growing excitement. And presently men selling unnaturally early newspapers came bawling into the street:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“London in danger of suffocation! The Kingston and Richmond defences forced! Fearful massacres in the Thames Valley!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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