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The Cone: H.G. Wells

The Cone:

H.G. Wells

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ISBN : 9781496190666
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30 pages
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The night was hot and overcast, the sky red-rimmed with the lingering sunset of midsummer. They sat at the open window, trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs of the garden stood stiff and dark- beyond in the roadway aMoreThe night was hot and overcast, the sky red-rimmed with the lingering sunset of midsummer. They sat at the open window, trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs of the garden stood stiff and dark- beyond in the roadway a gas-lamp burnt, bright orange against the hazy blue of the evening. Farther were the three lights of the railway signal against the lowering sky. The man and woman spoke to one another in low tones. He does not suspect? said the man, a little nervously. Not he, she said peevishly, as though that too irritated her. He thinks of nothing but the works and the prices of fuel. He has no imagination, no poetry. None of these men of iron have, he said sententiously. They have no hearts. He has not, she said. She turned her discontented face towards the window. The distant sound of a roaring and rushing drew nearer and grew in volume- the house quivered- one heard the metallic rattle of the tender. As the train passed, there was a glare of light above the cutting and a driving tumult of smoke- one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight black oblongs-eight trucks-passed across the dim grey of the embankment, and were suddenly extinguished one by one in the throat of the tunnel, which, with the last, seemed to swallow down train, smoke, and sound in one abrupt gulp.