By: H.G. Wells

“Smart degenerates,” he muttered. “Anæmic cockneydom.”

By: H.G. Wells

They despised their bawling patriotisms…

By: H.G. Wells

The rifleman stood up in his pitch-dark chamber…

By: H.G. Wells

For a moment it seemed splendid and then it seemed horrible.

By: H.G. Wells

“Lord! What things can happen in two hours.”

By: H.G. Wells

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” — drowned everything.

By: H.G. Wells

“They aren’t firing much, but every shot’s a hit.”

By: H.G. Wells

“Whit, whit, whit,” sang something in the air.

By: H.G. Wells

“Louts,” he whispered. “Cunning, elementary louts.”

By: H.G. Wells

“What would you do if you were the enemy?”