The fever of war that would presently clog vein and artery, deaden nerve, and destroy brain, had yet to develop.
H. G. WellsAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 21, 1866
- Died: August 13, 1946
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Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man like a pug. Gazing down at his sweetie with the face of a saint reading the works of God. Hold on, maiden, you've got him. He's your boy. Look out, Puggy, that isn't a maiden you see before you, it's a work of imagination. Nail him, girlie. Nail him to the contract. Fly laddie, fly off with your darling vision...
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