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When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.

I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.

I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians' Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way.

At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.