The Invisible Man - Wells George Herbert.pdf - Cove Systems
The Invisible Man - Wells George Herbert.pdf - Cove Systems The Invisible Man - Wells George Herbert.pdf - Cove Systems
month or more. By the afternoon even those who believed in the Unseen were beginning to resume their little amusements in a tentative fashion, on the supposition that he had quite gone away, and with the sceptics he was already a jest. But people, sceptics and believers alike, were remarkably sociable all that day. Haysman's meadow was gay with a tent, in which Mrs. Bunting and other ladies were preparing tea, while, without, the Sunday-school children ran races and played games under the noisy guidance of the curate and the Misses Cuss and Sackbut. No doubt there was a slight uneasiness in the air, but people for the most part had the sense to conceal whatever imaginative qualms they experienced. On the village green an inclined strong, down which, clinging the while to a pulley-swung handle, one could be hurled violently against a sack at the other end, came in for considerable favour among the adolescent, as also did the swings and the
cocoanut shies. There was also promenading, and the steam organ attached to a small roundabout filled the air with a pungent flavour of oil and with equally pungent music. Members of the club, who had attended church in the morning, were splendid in badges of pink and green, and some of the gayer-minded had also adorned their bowler hats with brilliant-coloured favours of ribbon. Old Fletcher, whose conceptions of holiday-making were severe, was visible through the jasmine about his window or through the open door (whichever way you chose to look), poised delicately on a plank supported on two chairs, and whitewashing the ceiling of his front room. About four o'clock a stranger entered the village from the direction of the downs. He was a short, stout person in an extraordinarily shabby top hat, and he appeared to be very much out of breath. His cheeks were alternately limp and tightly puffed. His mottled face was apprehensive, and he moved with a
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- Page 57 and 58: heard a sound of bolts being hastil
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- Page 61 and 62: passed her husband in the passage a
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- Page 69 and 70: sold old second-hand ordinary bicyc
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- Page 73 and 74: want to know is how you _did_ come
- Page 75 and 76: Mr. Teddy Henfrey jump to avoid tum
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- Page 93 and 94: "Are yer _buried_?" said Mr. Thomas
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- Page 97 and 98: The third flint fell. "It's very si
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- Page 113 and 114: Both gentlemen started violently, l
- Page 115 and 116: "I won't argue again," said Cuss. "
- Page 117 and 118: the doctor and the vicar sat up, bo
- Page 119 and 120: ain't right," he said, and came rou
- Page 121 and 122: to us, wuz he?" "Disgraceful!" said
- Page 123 and 124: Everyone stood listening intently.
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- Page 133 and 134: am I to do?" "What am _I_ to do?" a
- Page 135 and 136: "_I'll_ stimulate you." "I wish you
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- Page 139 and 140: an hour, however, an elderly marine
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- Page 149 and 150: said Mr. Marvel. "Bandying words! I
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cocoanut shies. <strong>The</strong>re was also promenading,<br />
and the steam organ attached to a small<br />
roundabout filled the air with a pungent<br />
flavour of oil and with equally pungent music.<br />
Members of the club, who had attended<br />
church in the morning, were splendid in<br />
badges of pink and green, and some of the<br />
gayer-minded had also adorned their bowler<br />
hats with brilliant-coloured favours of ribbon.<br />
Old Fletcher, whose conceptions of<br />
holiday-making were severe, was visible<br />
through the jasmine about his window or<br />
through the open door (whichever way you<br />
chose to look), poised delicately on a plank<br />
supported on two chairs, and whitewashing<br />
the ceiling of his front room.<br />
About four o'clock a stranger entered the<br />
village from the direction of the downs. He was<br />
a short, stout person in an extraordinarily<br />
shabby top hat, and he appeared to be very<br />
much out of breath. His cheeks were<br />
alternately limp and tightly puffed. His mottled<br />
face was apprehensive, and he moved with a
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