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
"Only a runaway ring, sir," she answered. "I'm restless to-night," he said to himself. He went back to his study, and this time attacked his work resolutely. In a little while he was hard at work again, and the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and the subdued shrillness of his quill, hurrying in the very centre of the circle of light his lampshade threw on his table. It was two o'clock before Dr. Kemp had finished his work for the night. He rose, yawned, and went downstairs to bed. He had already removed his coat and vest, when he noticed that he was thirsty. He took a candle and went down to the dining-room in search of a syphon and whiskey. Dr. Kemp's scientific pursuits have made him a very observant man, and as he recrossed the hall, he noticed a dark spot on the linoleum near the mat at the foot of the stairs. He went
on upstairs, and then it suddenly occurred to him to ask himself what the spot on the linoleum might be. Apparently some subconscious element was at work. At any rate, he turned with his burden, went back to the hall, put down the syphon and whiskey, and bending down, touched the spot. Without any great surprise he found it had the stickiness and colour of drying blood. He took up his burden again, and returned upstairs, looking about him and trying to account for the blood-spot. On the landing he saw something and stopped astonished. The door-handle of his own room was blood-stained. He looked at his own hand. It was quite clean, and then he remembered that the door of his room had been open when he came down from his study, and that consequently he had not touched the handle at all. He went straight into his room, his face quite calm--perhaps a trifle more resolute than usual. His glance,
- 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.
- Page 125 and 126: of the village green came round the
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- Page 129 and 130: of old Fletcher's planks and two ch
- Page 131 and 132: CHAPTER XIII MR. MARVEL DISCUSSES H
- 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
- Page 137 and 138: that." The unhappy-looking figure i
- Page 139 and 140: an hour, however, an elderly marine
- Page 141 and 142: "In _this_ newspaper," said the mar
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- Page 145 and 146: He nodded his head slowly. "It make
- Page 147 and 148: confidential undertone. Suddenly hi
- Page 149 and 150: said Mr. Marvel. "Bandying words! I
- Page 151 and 152: inns--doors standing that sunny wea
- Page 153 and 154: And his eye, presently wandering fr
- Page 155 and 156: lips, and his breath came hoarse an
- Page 157 and 158: convulsive turn, and attempted to s
- Page 159 and 160: see who was at the door. He got dow
- Page 161 and 162: looked about him helplessly. The ba
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- Page 167: of yellow light. The moon in its fi
- Page 171 and 172: perceived a coiled and blood-staine
- Page 173 and 174: The hand gripped his arm. He struck
- Page 175 and 176: "Griffin," answered the Voice. A yo
- Page 177 and 178: the seat of the chair. He stared at
- Page 179 and 180: efore I eat," said the Invisible Ma
- Page 181 and 182: Kemp got up. "_You_ didn't do any s
- Page 183 and 184: ound to brood upon his chase down t
- Page 185 and 186: striking the table smartly. "I've p
- Page 187 and 188: arguments of this morning, it is qu
- Page 189 and 190: went downstairs. He lit the dining-
- Page 191 and 192: He rent the paper open; a couple of
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- Page 197 and 198: Griffin sat at the breakfast-table-
- Page 199 and 200: that tramp has hidden--there are ma
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- Page 205 and 206: The Invisible Man rose and began pa
- Page 207 and 208: man--robbed my father. "The money w
- Page 209 and 210: lodging-house in a slum near Great
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- Page 213 and 214: to wash." "And you processed her?"
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on upstairs, and then it suddenly occurred to<br />
him to ask himself what the spot on the<br />
linoleum might be. Apparently some<br />
subconscious element was at work. At any<br />
rate, he turned with his burden, went back to<br />
the hall, put down the syphon and whiskey,<br />
and bending down, touched the spot. Without<br />
any great surprise he found it had the<br />
stickiness and colour of drying blood.<br />
He took up his burden again, and returned<br />
upstairs, looking about him and trying to<br />
account for the blood-spot. On the landing he<br />
saw something and stopped astonished. <strong>The</strong><br />
door-handle of his own room was<br />
blood-stained.<br />
He looked at his own hand. It was quite clean,<br />
and then he remembered that the door of his<br />
room had been open when he came down<br />
from his study, and that consequently he had<br />
not touched the handle at all. He went straight<br />
into his room, his face quite calm--perhaps a<br />
trifle more resolute than usual. His glance,
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