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H. G. Wells
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The Invisible Man (Unabridged)
A Science Fiction Classic from the English futurist, historian, author of The Time Machine, The Island of Doctor Moreau, The War of the Worlds, The First Men in the Moon, The Outline of HistoryâŠ
H. G. Wells
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The Invisible Man is a science fiction novella. The Invisible Man of the title is Griffin, a scientist who has devoted himself to research into optics and invents a way to change a body's refractive index to that of air so that it absorbs and reflects no light and thus becomes invisible. He successfully carries out this procedure on himself, but fails in his attempt to reverse the procedure.Herbert George Wells (1866 - 1946), known as H. G. Wells, was a prolific English writer in many genres, including the novel, history, politics, and social commentary, and textbooks and rules for war games.
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Fantascienza H. G. Wells
The Invisible Man
(Unabridged)
A Science Fiction Classic from the English futurist, historian, author of The Time Machine, The Island of Doctor Moreau, The War of the Worlds, The First Men in the Moon, The Outline of HistoryâŠ
e-artnow, 2015
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ISBN 978-80-268-3566-0
Table of Contents
Chapter I. The Strange Manâs Arrival
Chapter II. Mr. Teddy Henfreyâs First Impressions
Chapter III. The Thousand and One Bottles
Chapter IV. Mr. Cuss Interviews the Stranger
Chapter V. The Burglary at the Vicarage
Chapter VI. The Furniture that Went Mad
Chapter VII. The Unveiling of the Stranger
Chapter VIII. In Transit
Chapter IX. Mr. Thomas Marvel
Chapter X. Mr. Marvelâs Visit to Iping
Chapter XI. In the âCoach and Horsesâ
Chapter XII. The Invisible Man Loses His Temper
Chapter XIII. Mr. Marvel Discusses His Resignation
Chapter XIV. At Port Stowe
Chapter XV. The Man Who was Running
Chapter XVI. In the âJolly Cricketersâ
Chapter XVII. Dr. Kempâs Visitor
Chapter XVIII. The Invisible Man Sleeps
Chapter XIX. Certain First Principles
Chapter XX. At the House in Great Portland Street
Chapter XXI. In Oxford Street
Chapter XXII. In the Emporium
Chapter XXIII. In Drury Lane
Chapter XXIV. The Plan that Failed
Chapter XXV. The Hunting of the Invisible Man
Chapter XXVI. The Wicksteed Murder
Chapter XXVII. The Siege of Kempâs House
Chapter XXVIII. The Hunter Hunted
CHAPTER I
THE STRANGE MANâS ARRIVAL
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The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the âCoach and Horsesâ more dead than alive, and flung his portmanteau down. âA fire,â he cried, âin the name of human charity! A room and a fire!â He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.
Mrs. Hall lit the fire and left him there while she went to prepare him a meal with her own hands. A guest to stop at Iping in the wintertime was an unheard-of piece of luck, let alone a guest who was no âhaggler,â and she was resolved to show herself worthy of her good fortune. As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie, her lymphatic aid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost Ă©clat. Although the fire was burning up briskly, she was surprised to see that her visitor still wore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling snow in the yard. His gloved hands were clasped behind him, and he seemed to be lost in thought. She noticed that the melting snow that still sprinkled his shoulders dripped upon her carpet. âCan I take your hat and coat, sir?â she said, âand give them a good dry in the kitchen?â
âNo,â he said without turning.
She was not sure she had heard him, and was about to repeat her question.
He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder. âI prefer to keep them on,â he said with emphasis, and she noticed that he wore big blue spectacles with sidelights, and had a bush side-whisker over his coat-collar that completely hid his cheeks and face.
âVery well, sir,â she said. âAs you like. In a bit the room will be warmer.â
He made no answer, and had turned his face away from her again, and Mrs. Hall, feeling that her conversational advances were illtimed, laid the rest of the table things in a quick staccato and whisked out of the room. When she returned he was still standing there, like a man of stone, his back hunched, his collar turned up, his dripping hat-brim turned down, hiding his face and ears completely. She put down the eggs and bacon with considerable emphasis, and called rather than said to him, âYour lunch is served, sir.â
âThank you,â he said at the same time, and did not stir until she was closing the door. Then he swung round and approached the table with a certain eager quickness.
As she went behind the bar to the kitchen she heard a sound repeated at regular intervals. Chirk, chirk, chirk, it went, the sound of a spoon being rapidly whisked round a basin. âThat girl!â she said. âThere! I clean forgot it. Itâs her being so long!â And while she herself finished mixing the mustard, she gave Millie a few verbal stabs for her excessive slowness. She had cooked the ham and eggs, laid the table, and done everything, while Millie (help indeed!) had only succeeded in delaying the mustard. And him a new guest and wanting to stay! Then she filled the mustard pot, and, putting it with a certain stateliness upon a gold and black tea-tray, carried it into the parlour.
She rapped and entered promptly. As she did so her visitor moved quickly, so that she got but a glimpse of a white object disappearing behind the table. It would seem he was picking something from the floor. She rapped down the mustard pot on the table, and then she noticed the overcoat and hat had been taken off and put over a chair in front of the fire, and a pair of wet boots threatened rust to her steel fender. She went to these things resolutely. âI suppose I may have them to dry now,â she said in a voice that brooked no denial.
âLeave the hat,â said her visitor, in a muffled voice, and turning she saw he had raised his head and was sitting and looking at her.
For a moment she stood gaping at him, too surprised to speak.
He held a white cloth â it was a serviette he had brought with him â over the lower part of his face, so that his mouth and jaws were completely hidden, and that was the reason of his muffled voice. But it was not that which startled Mrs. Hall. It was the fact that all his forehead above his blue glasses was covered by a white bandage, and that another covered his ears, leaving not a scrap of his face exposed excepting only his pink, peaked nose. It was bright, pink, and shiny just as it had been at first. He wore a dark-brown velvet jacket with a high, black, linen-lined collar turned up about his neck. The thick black hair, escaping as it could below and between the cross bandages, projected in curious tails and horns, giving him the strangest appearance conceivable. This muffled and bandaged head was so unlike what she had anticipated, that for a moment she was rigid.
He did not remove the serviette, but remained holding it, as she saw now, with a brown gloved hand, and regarding her with his inscrutable blue glasses. âLeave the hat,â he said, speaking very distinctly through the white cloth.
Her nerves began to recover from the shock they had received. She placed the hat on the chair again by the fire. âI didnât know, sir,â she began, âthat â â and she stopped embarrassed.
âThank you,â he said drily, glancing from her to the door and then at her again.
âIâll have them nicely dried, sir, at once,â she said, and carried his clothes out of the room. She glanced at his white-swathed head and blue goggles again as she was going out of the door; but his napkin was still in front of his face. She shivered a little as she closed the door behind her, and her face was eloquent of her surprise and perplexity. âI never,â she whispered. âThere!â She went quite softly to the kitchen, and was too preoccupied to ask Millie what she was messing about with now, when she got there.
The visitor sat and listened to her retreating feet. He glanced inquiringly at the window before he removed his serviette, and resumed his meal. He took a mouthful, glanced suspiciously at the window, took another mouthful, then rose and, taking the serviette in his hand, walked across the room and pulled the blind down to the top of the white muslin that obscured the lower panes. This left the room in a twilight. This done, he returned with an easier air to the table and his meal.
âThe poor soulâs had an accident or an opâration or somethinâ,â said Mrs. Hall. âWhat a turn them bandages did give me, to be sure!â
She put on some more coal, unfolded the clothes-horse, and extended the travellerâs coat upon this. âAnd they goggles! Why, he looked more like a divinâ helmet than a human man!â She hung his muffler on a corner of the horse. âAnd holding that handkerchief over his mouth all the time. Talkinâ through it! ⊠Perhaps his mouth was hurt too â maybe.â
She turned round, as one who suddenly remembers. âBless my soul alive!â she said, going off at a tangent; âainât you done them taters yet, Millie?â
When Mrs. Hall went to clea...