The great excavation lay far from the plaza
Far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
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And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London
It must be in a month, but I see nothing here
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
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The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
