Page 116 of 120 CHAPTER NINE - WRECKAGE - The War of the Worlds

"I came," she said. "I knew--knew----"

She put her hand to her throat--swayed. I made a step forward, and caught her in my arms.

		It is in the gift for employing all the vicissitudes of life to one's own advantage and to that of one's craft that a large part of genius consists. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg