Dr. Leech: I believe there should be something of interest over in this section, Mortimer! Come along with me!
Diptheria: "And scattered about it, some in their over-turned war-machines, some in the now rgid handling-machines, and a dozen of them stark and silent and laid in a row—" "-were the Martians— -DEAD!- -slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his Wisdom, has put upon this earth.”
Kila: Sorry. Do not understand this. Though I’m sure it’s very intimidating, little girl.