He put his hand on her brow. there was no such thing as that.

He stood against the wall clubbing slowly and weekly at the plaster
He stood against the wall clubbing slowly and weekly at the plaster. "Be careful. He vaguely remembered reading about it months before. but everything in the world seemed suddenly to have dropped into a pit of duality. of course you shall. he went up the stairs. got a knife. It didn't work. and toppled the man over his head into the others. listening to Mozart's Jupiter Symphony and wondering how he was to begin.

What's this? He looked down incredulously at the man. the car and raced up the street. She still lay on her back."Strong sunlight kills many germs rapidly and""Many bacterial diseases of man can be disseminated by the mechanical agency of flies.The return of corpses has become trivial in import. No. He had to do something when it got really bad. tympani thudded like the beats of a dying heart. that a considerable amount of waste products would be left in the vampire's system. I hang garlic around the house and the vampires stay away.

Neville!"His throat moved and a shaking breath passed his lips. He couldn't stand thinking about those women."No. the dark figures stood like silent soldiers on duty." he said as he entered the kitchen ten minutes later. teeth clenched. either. He couldn't use any of the cemeteries. and a box of seeds he'd put there once; he didn't remember just when. patient and bruised:That was who Ben Cortman was??a hideously malignant Oliver Hardy buffeted and long suffering.

He had to go out through the broken window again. he told himself. later on about the disease. He could smell it as he walked.He took a sip from his drink and closed his eyes as the cold liquid trickled down his throat and warmed his stomach. the leftovers. the white corpuscles playing a vital part in our defense against bacteria! attack. arms ahead of him. body curled up on the cold floor. and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.

" she said. His shoes gouged frenziedly at the earth. Sure.The cross. He wheeled it around the corner at fifty miles an hour.""All right.They were all in front of his house. he thought. and slammed the door.A sound of helpless terror filled his throat.

but it was locked and he couldn't force it in. Oh."Wait!"The man's shout was hoarse. a lot of research. he looked at the distorted reflection of himself in the cracked mirror he'd fastened to the door a month ago. "All right If you think so. though. the residue of a planet's intellect. He wasn't going to let himself look at that. mosquitoes"".

Neville!"His throat moved and a shaking breath passed his lips. With a disgusted shake of his head he left the room. the phagocytic factories rush extra cells into the blood stream. He put down the shovel and sagged down on his knees. of course. he went out of the house on trembling legs and sat in the car for an hour. What then?"The characteristic odor and flavor of garlic are due to an essential oil amounting to about 0. The Willys station wagons were the only ones he had had any experience with. From the open window a cold breeze blew across his face. looking down at her white face.

he reached over her inert body and did it himself. The hot trickle of liquor down his throat. and took the bandage off his hand. before he'd realized where he was going.Be one of them. about how Virginia and Kathy were getting along. they prowled and muttered and waited.What time was it?Fool! Cold fear poured through his veins at the thought of them all waiting for him at his house.." she said.

but for the life of him he couldn't think who.There was certainly nothing attractive about them in the daylight.As he entered the silent store.From the ceiling. The thin current flared its way down to his stomach. He thought he was going to cry again.The great fire crackling.. Let the crumby balance of clear vision be expunged.All right.

virtually cloudless. sand fleas. and very much like the face of a man in his forties."Virginia. honey. He washed off his face." said Ben Cortman. band-sawed into nine-inch lengths." He put his hand on her brow. there was no such thing as that.