The war of the worlds: What I saw of the destruction of Weybridge and Shepperton: Chapter Twelve

As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs. The artilleryman agreed with me that the house was no place to stay in. He proposed, he said, to make his way London ward, and thence rejoin his battery—No. 12, of the Horse Artillery. My plan was to return at once to Leatherhead; and so greatly had the strength of the Martians impressed me that I had determined to take my wife to New- haven, 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. Between us and Leatherhead, however, lay the third cylinder, with its guarding giants. Had I been alone, I think I should have taken my chance and struck across the country. But the artilleryman dissuaded me: ‘It’s no kindness to the right sort of wife,’ he said, ‘to make her a widow"; 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.

The war of the worlds: What I saw of the destruction of Weybridge and Shepperton: Chapter Twelve