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		<title>The beauty of the world.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I&#160;loved&#160;where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken&#160;silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I&nbsp;<strong>loved</strong>&nbsp;where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken&nbsp;<strong>silence</strong>, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts. For my part I could not be other than joyful had I tried, with&nbsp;<em>Dejah Thoris</em>&#8216; warm body pressed close to mine, and with all our unpassed danger my heart was singing as gaily as though we were already entering the gates of&nbsp;<strong>Helium</strong>.</p>
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<h2>There no other way for the whale to land</h2>
<blockquote><p>Our earlier plans had been so sadly upset that we now found ourselves without food or drink, and I alone was armed. We therefore urged our&nbsp;<strong>beasts</strong>&nbsp;to a speed that must tell on them sorely before we could hope to sight the ending of the first stage of our journey.</p>
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<p>Another reason which <strong>Sag-Harbor</strong> (he went by that name) urged for his want of faith in this matter of the prophet, was something obscurely in reference to his incarcerated body and the whale&#8217;s gastric juices. </p>
<p>But this objection likewise falls to the ground, because a German <strong>exegetist</strong> supposes that Jonah must have taken refuge in the floating body of a dead whale. </p>
<p>Nor have there been wanting learned exegetists who have opined that the whale mentioned in the book of Jonah merely meant a life-preserver&mdash;an inflated bag of wind&mdash;which the endangered prophet swam to, and so was saved from a watery doom. Poor <strong>Sag-Harbor</strong>, therefore, seems worsted all round. But he had still another reason for his want of faith. </p>
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<h2>the French soldiers in the Russian campaign</h2>
<p>We rode all night and all the following day with only a few short&nbsp;<strong>rests</strong>. On the second night both we and our animals were completely fagged, and so we lay down upon the moss and slept for some five or six hours, taking up the journey once more before daylight. All the following day we rode, and when, late in the afternoon we had sighted no distant trees, the mark of the great waterways throughout all&nbsp;<strong>Barsoom</strong>, the terrible truth flashed upon us&mdash;we were lost.</p>
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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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		<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>But then, birds just fly high</title>
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<p>The <strong>artilleryman</strong> agreed with me that the house was no place to stay in. He proposed, he said, to make his way Londonward, and thence rejoin his battery&#8211;No. 12, of the Horse Artillery. My plan was to return at once to Leatherhead; and so greatly had the strength of the <strong>Martians</strong> impressed me that I had determined to take my wife to <strong>Newhaven</strong>, and go with her out of the country forthwith. For I already perceived clearly that the country about London must inevitably be the scene of a disastrous struggle before such creatures as these could be destroyed.</p>
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<h2>Thence I would make a big detour by Epsom</h2>
<p>Between us and Leatherhead, however, lay the third <strong>cylinder</strong>, with its guarding giants. Had I been alone, I think I should have taken my chance and struck across country. But the artilleryman dissuaded me: &#8220;<em>It&#8217;s no kindness to the right sort of wife,</em>&#8221; he said, &#8220;<em>to make her a widow</em>&#8220;; and in the end I agreed to go with him, under cover of the woods, northward as far as Street Cobham before I parted with him. Thence I would make a big detour by Epsom to reach Leatherhead.</p>
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<li>Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybur</li>
<li>People were hiding in trenches and cellars</li>
<li>He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water</li>
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<h2>In the road lay a group of three charred bodies</h2>
<p>I should have started at once, but my companion had been in active service and he knew better than that. He made me ransack the house for a flask, which he filled with whiskey; and we lined every <strong>available</strong> pocket with packets of biscuits and slices of meat. Then we crept out of the house, and ran as quickly as we could down the ill-made road by which I had come overnight.</p>
<blockquote><p>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn&#8211;streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.</p>
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<p>The houses seemed deserted. In the road lay a group of three charred bodies close together, struck dead by the Heat-Ray; and here and there were things that people had dropped&#8211;a clock, a slipper, a silver spoon, and the like poor <strong>valuables</strong>. At the corner turning up towards the post office a little cart, filled with boxes and furniture, and horseless, heeled over on a broken wheel. A cash box had been hastily smashed open and thrown under the debris.</p>
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