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		<title>Colors are the smiles of nature.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since then he had been skulking along towards <strong>Maybury</strong>, in the hope of getting out of danger <strong>Londonward</strong>. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.</p>
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<h2>That was the story they told my brother</h2>
<p class="lead">That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the <strong>Martians</strong>, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat.</p>

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When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my <strong>study</strong>, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had <strong>dwindled</strong> now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape&#8211;a white <strong>railway</strong> signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage.</p>
<p>Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.</p>
<p>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green <em>vapour</em> streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn&#8211;streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.
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<h2>In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes.</h2>
<p>As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.</p>
<blockquote class="text-left"><p>That was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet. He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived.</p></blockquote>
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<dt>Description lists</dt>
<dd>A description list is perfect for defining terms.</dd>
<dt>Euismod</dt>
<dd>Vestibulum id ligula porta felis euismod semper eget lacinia odio sem nec elit.</dd>
<dd>Donec id elit non mi porta gravida at eget metus.</dd>
<dt>Malesuada porta</dt>
<dd>Etiam porta sem malesuada magna mollis euismod.</dd>
<dt>Felis euismod</dt>
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		<title>There are always flowers for those who want to see them.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2013 12:13:12 +0000</pubDate>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Articles no less passionate than <strong>logical</strong> appeared on the question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English; and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg&#8217;s venture were eagerly devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash <strong>individuals</strong>, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which became still more popular when the Illustrated London News came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the Reform Club. A few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared to say, &#8220;<em>Why not, after all? Stranger things have come to pass.</em>&#8221;</p>
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<blockquote><p>At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in the bulletin of the Royal <strong>Geographical</strong> Society, which treated the question from every point of view, and demonstrated the utter folly of the enterprise.</p>
<footer>John doe <cite title="Source Title">Greece</cite></footer>
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<p>He might, perhaps, reckon on the arrival of trains at the designated hours, in <strong>Europe</strong>, where the distances were relatively moderate; but when he calculated upon crossing India in three days, and the United States in seven, could he rely beyond misgiving upon accomplishing his task? There were accidents to machinery, the liability of trains to run off the line, <strong>collisions</strong>, bad weather, the blocking up by snow&mdash;were not all these against Phileas Fogg? Would he not find himself, when travelling by steamer in winter, at the mercy of the winds and fogs?</p>
<h2>Bonds were issued, and made their appearance</h2>
<p>Is it uncommon for the best ocean steamers to be two or three days behind time? But a single delay would suffice to fatally break the chain of communication; should Phileas Fogg once miss, even by an hour; a steamer, he would have to wait for the next, and that would irrevocably render his attempt vain.</p>
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This article made a great deal of noise, and, being copied into all the papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash <strong>tourist</strong>.&nbsp;Everybody knows that England is the world of betting men, who are of a higher class than mere gamblers; to bet is in the English temperament. Not only the members of the Reform, but the general public, made heavy wagers for or against <em>Phileas Fogg,</em> who was set down in the betting books as if he were a race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their appearance on &#8216;Change; &#8220;Phileas Fogg bonds&#8221; were offered at par or at a premium, and a great business was done in them.</p>
<p>But five days after the article in the bulletin of the<strong> Geographical Society</strong> appeared, the demand began to subside: &#8220;Phileas Fogg&#8221; declined. They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of ten, until at last nobody would take less than twenty, fifty, a hundred!</p>
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		<title>Look deep into nature.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Dec 2013 10:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At first the two forces circled at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great hole was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the Zodangan camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward]]></description>
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<p>At first the two forces <strong>circled</strong> at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great <strong>hole</strong> was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the <strong>Zodangan</strong> camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward the ground a thousand feet below; then with sickening velocity she tore after them, almost completely burying herself in the soft loam of the ancient sea bottom.
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<blockquote><p>A wild cry of exultation arose from the Heliumite squadron, and with redoubled ferocity they fell upon the Zodangan fleet. By a pretty maneuver two of the vessels of Helium gained a position above their adversaries, from which they poured upon them from their keel bomb batteries a perfect torrent of exploding bombs.</p></blockquote>
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<h2>Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow</h2>
<p>Then, one by one, the <strong>battleships</strong> of Helium succeeded in rising above the Zodangans, and in a short time a number of the beleaguering battleships were drifting hopeless wrecks toward the high scarlet tower of greater Helium. Several others attempted to <strong>escape</strong>, but they were soon surrounded by thousands of tiny individual fliers, and above each hung a monster battleship of Helium ready to drop boarding parties upon their decks.</p>
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<p>Within but little more than an hour from the moment the victorious <strong>Zodangan</strong> squadron had risen to meet us from the camp of the besiegers the battle was over, and the remaining vessels of the conquered Zodangans were headed toward the cities of Helium under <strong>prize</strong> crews.</p>
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		<title>Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.</title>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, <strong>Ahab</strong> fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, <strong>Ahab</strong> exclaimed, &#8220;<em>Good! and now for the seizings.</em>&#8220;
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<blockquote><p>At one extremity the rope was unstranded, and the separate spread <strong>yarns</strong> were all braided and woven round the socket of the harpoon; the pole was then driven hard up into the socket; from the lower end the rope was traced half-way along the pole&#8217;s length, and firmly secured so, with intertwistings of twine.</p></blockquote>
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<p>Penetrating further and further into the heart of the Japanese cruising ground, the <strong>Pequod</strong> was soon all astir in the fishery. Often, in mild, pleasant weather, for twelve, fifteen, eighteen, and twenty hours on the stretch, they were engaged in the boats, steadily pulling, or sailing, or paddling after the whales, or for an interlude of sixty or seventy minutes calmly awaiting their uprising; though with but small success for their pains.</p>
<p>At such times, under an <strong>abated</strong> sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving <strong>swells</strong>; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone cats they purr against the gunwale; these are the times of dreamy quietude, when beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean&#8217;s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember, that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang. Thats all for now, gonna stop now. Have a good night</p>
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