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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: a roar. The Ray flickered up and down the towing path,
licking off the people who ran this way and that, and came
down to the water's edge not fifty yards from where I stood.
It swept across the river to Shepperton, and the water in its
track rose in a boiling weal crested with steam. I turned
shoreward.
In another moment the huge wave, well-nigh at the boiling-
point had rushed upon me. I screamed aloud, and scalded,
half blinded, agonised, I staggered through the leaping, hiss-
ing water towards the shore. Had my foot stumbled, it would
have been the end. I fell helplessly, in full sight of the Mar-
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