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 ''through the windows and put out the torches. It is now pitch dark, but for a faint light outside the house which merely shows that there are moving forms, but not who or what they are, and in the darkness one can hear low terrified voices''] Coal-black, and headed like cats they came up over the strand.

And I saw one stretch to a torch and cover it with his hand.

Another sooty fellow has plucked the moon from the air. [A light gradually comes into the house from the sea, on which the moon begins to show once more.