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
Iping any more. He vanished absolutely. But it was the best part of two hours before any human being ventured out again into the desolation of Iping street.
CHAPTER XIII MR. MARVEL DISCUSSES HIS RESIGNATION When the dusk was gathering and Iping was just beginning to peep timorously forth again upon the shattered wreckage of its Bank Holiday, a short, thick-set man in a shabby silk hat was marching painfully through the twilight behind the beechwoods on the road to Bramblehurst. He carried three books bound together by some sort of ornamental elastic ligature, and a bundle wrapped in a blue table-cloth. His rubicund face expressed consternation and fatigue; he appeared to be in a spasmodic sort of hurry. He was accompanied by a voice other than his own, and ever and again he winced under the touch of unseen hands. "If you give me the slip again," said the Voice, "if you attempt to give me the slip again--"
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CHAPTER XIII<br />
MR. MARVEL DISCUSSES HIS RESIGNATION<br />
When the dusk was gathering and Iping was<br />
just beginning to peep timorously forth again<br />
upon the shattered wreckage of its Bank<br />
Holiday, a short, thick-set man in a shabby silk<br />
hat was marching painfully through the twilight<br />
behind the beechwoods on the road to<br />
Bramblehurst. He carried three books bound<br />
together by some sort of ornamental elastic<br />
ligature, and a bundle wrapped in a blue<br />
table-cloth. His rubicund face expressed<br />
consternation and fatigue; he appeared to be<br />
in a spasmodic sort of hurry. He was<br />
accompanied by a voice other than his own,<br />
and ever and again he winced under the touch<br />
of unseen hands.<br />
"If you give me the slip again," said the Voice,<br />
"if you attempt to give me the slip again--"
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