The Invisible Man - LimpidSoft

CHAPTER XX. AT THE HOUSE
IN GREAT PORTLAND STREET
FOR a moment Kemp sat in silence, staring at the back
of the headless figure at the window. Then he started,
struck by a thought, rose, took the Invisible Man’s arm,
and turned him away from the outlook.
"You are tired," he said, "and while I sit, you walk
about. Have my chair."
He placed himself between Griffin and the nearest window.
For a space Griffin sat silent, and then he resumed
abruptly:
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