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The Invisible Man.tex

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+\include{content/chapter7}
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+\include{content/chapter8}
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+\include{content/chapter9}
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+\include{content/chapter10}
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-\SetRectoHeadText{\addfontfeature{Letters=ResetAll,LetterSpace=0,Scale=0.9}\itshape Mr. \kern-2pt Marvel’s Visit to Iping}
+\SetRectoHeadText{\addfontfeature{Letters=ResetAll,LetterSpace=0,Scale=0.9}\itshape Mr.\ \kern-2pt Marvel’s Visit to Iping}
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 \ChapterTitle{CHAPTER\, TEN}
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-\ChapterSubtitle{Mr. Marvel’s}
+\ChapterSubtitle{Mr.\ Marvel’s}
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 \ChapterSubtitle{Visit to Iping}
 \end{ChapterStart}
 
-\dropcap[lines=2]{A}\kern-3pt\textsc{fter the first} gusty panic had spent itself Iping became argumentative. Scepticism suddenly reared its head,—rather nervous scepticism, not at all assured of its back, but scepticism nevertheless. It is so much easier not to believe in an invisible man; and those who had actually seen him dissolve into air, or felt the strength of his arm, could be counted on the fingers of two hands. And of these witnesses Mr. Wadgers was presently missing, having retired impregnably behind the bolts and bars of his own house, and Jaffers was lying stunned in the parlour of the Coach and Horses. Great and strange ideas transcending experience often have less effect upon men and women than smaller, more tangible considerations. Iping was gay with bunting, and everybody was in gala dress. Whit-Monday had been looked forward to for a 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.
+\dropcap[lines=2]{A}\kern-3pt\textsc{fter the first} gusty panic had spent itself Iping became argumentative. Scepticism suddenly reared its head,—rather nervous scepticism, not at all assured of its back, but scepticism nevertheless. It is so much easier not to believe in an invisible man; and those who had actually seen him dissolve into air, or felt the strength of his arm, could be counted on the fingers of two hands. And of these witnesses Mr.\ Wadgers was presently missing, having retired impregnably behind the bolts and bars of his own house, and Jaffers was lying stunned in the parlour of the Coach and Horses. Great and strange ideas transcending experience often have less effect upon men and women than smaller, more tangible considerations. Iping was gay with bunting, and everybody was in gala dress. Whit-Monday had been looked forward to for a 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 the swings 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.
+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 the swings 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 sort of reluctant alacrity. He turned the corner by the church, and directed his way to the Coach and Horses. Among others old Fletcher remembers seeing him, and indeed the old gentleman was so struck by his peculiar agitation that he inadvertently allowed a quantity of wash to run down the brush into the sleeve of his coat while regarding him.
 
-This stranger, to the perceptions of the proprietor of the cocoanut shy, appeared to be talking to himself, and Mr. Huxter remarked the same thing. He stopped at the foot of the Coach and Horses steps, and, according to Mr. Huxter, appeared to undergo a severe internal struggle before he could induce himself to enter the house. Finally he marched up the steps, and was seen by Mr. Huxter to turn to the left and open the door of the parlour. Mr. Huxter heard voices from within the room and from the bar apprising the man of his error. “That room’s private!” said Hall, and the stranger shut the door clumsily and went into the bar.
+This stranger, to the perceptions of the proprietor of the cocoanut shy, appeared to be talking to himself, and Mr.\ Huxter remarked the same thing. He stopped at the foot of the Coach and Horses steps, and, according to Mr.\ Huxter, appeared to undergo a severe internal struggle before he could induce himself to enter the house. Finally he marched up the steps, and was seen by Mr.\ Huxter to turn to the left and open the door of the parlour. Mr.\ Huxter heard voices from within the room and from the bar apprising the man of his error. “That room’s private!”\ said Hall, and the stranger shut the door clumsily and went into the bar.
 
-In the course of a few minutes he reappeared, wiping his lips with the back of his hand with an air of quiet satisfaction that somehow impressed Mr. Huxter as assumed. He stood looking about him for some moments, and then Mr. Huxter saw him walk in an oddly furtive manner towards the gates of the yard, upon which the parlour window opened. The stranger, after some hesitation, leant against one of the gate-posts, produced a short clay pipe, and prepared to fill it. His fingers trembled while doing so. He lit it clumsily, and folding his arms began to smoke in a languid attitude, an attitude which his occasional quick glances up the yard altogether belied.
+In the course of a few minutes he reappeared, wiping his lips with the back of his hand with an air of quiet satisfaction that somehow impressed Mr.\ Huxter as assumed. He stood looking about him for some moments, and then Mr.\ Huxter saw him walk in an oddly furtive manner towards the gates of the yard, upon which the parlour window opened. The stranger, after some hesitation, leant against one of the gate-posts, produced a short clay pipe, and prepared to fill it. His fingers trembled while doing so. He lit it clumsily, and folding his arms began to smoke in a languid attitude, an attitude which his occasional quick glances up the yard altogether belied.
 
-All this Mr. Huxter saw over the canisters of the tobacco window, and the singularity of the man’s behaviour prompted him to maintain his observation.
+All this Mr.\ Huxter saw over the canisters of the tobacco window, and the singularity of the man’s behaviour prompted him to maintain his observation.
 
-Presently the stranger stood up abruptly and put his pipe in his pocket. Then he vanished into the yard. Forthwith Mr. Huxter, conceiving he was witness of some petty larceny, leapt round his counter and ran out into the road to intercept the thief. As he did so, Mr. Marvel reappeared, his hat askew, a big bundle in a blue table-cloth in one hand, and three books tied together—as it proved afterwards with the Vicar’s braces—in the other. Directly he saw Huxter he gave a sort of gasp, and turning sharply to the left, began to run. “Stop thief!” cried Huxter, and set off after him. Mr. Huxter’s sensations were vivid but brief. He saw the man just before him and spurting briskly for the church corner and the hill road. He saw the village flags and festivities beyond, and a face or so turned towards him. He bawled, “Stop!” again. He had hardly gone ten strides before his shin was caught in some mysterious fashion, and he was no longer running, but flying with inconceivable rapidity through the air. He saw the ground suddenly close to his face. The world seemed to splash into a million whirling specks of light, and subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
+Presently the stranger stood up abruptly and put his pipe in his pocket. Then he vanished into the yard. Forthwith Mr.\ Huxter, conceiving he was witness of some petty larceny, leapt round his counter and ran out into the road to intercept the thief. As he did so, Mr.\ Marvel reappeared, his hat askew, a big bundle in a blue table-cloth in one hand, and three books tied together—as it proved afterwards with the Vicar’s braces—in the other. Directly he saw Huxter he gave a sort of gasp, and turning sharply to the left, began to run. “Stop thief!”\ cried Huxter, and set off after him. Mr.\ Huxter’s sensations were vivid but brief. He saw the man just before him and spurting briskly for the church corner and the hill road. He saw the village flags and festivities beyond, and a face or so turned towards him. He bawled, “Stop!”\ again. He had hardly gone ten strides before his shin was caught in some mysterious fashion, and he was no longer running, but flying with inconceivable rapidity through the air. He saw the ground suddenly close to his face. The world seemed to splash into a million whirling specks of light, and subsequent proceedings interested him no more.

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 \ChapterSubtitle{and Horses}
 \end{ChapterStart}
 
-\dropcap[lines=2]{N}\kern-5pt\textsc{ow in order} clearly to understand what had happened in the inn, it is necessary to go back to the moment when Mr. Marvel first came into view of Mr. Huxter’s window. At that precise moment Mr. Cuss and Mr. Bunting were in the parlour. They were seriously investigating the strange occurrences of the morning, and were, with Mr. Hall’s permission, making a thorough examination of the Invisible Man’s belongings. Jaffers had partially recovered from his fall and had gone home in the charge of his sympathetic friends. The stranger’s scattered garments had been removed by Mrs. Hall and the room tidied up. And on the table under the window where the stranger had been wont to work, Cuss had hit almost at once on three big books in manuscript labelled “Diary.”
+\dropcap[lines=2]{N}\kern-5pt\textsc{ow in order} clearly to understand what had happened in the inn, it is necessary to go back to the moment when Mr.\ Marvel first came into view of Mr.\ Huxter’s window. At that precise moment Mr.\ Cuss and Mr.\ Bunting were in the parlour. They were seriously investigating the strange occurrences of the morning, and were, with Mr.\ Hall’s permission, making a thorough examination of the Invisible Man’s belongings. Jaffers had partially recovered from his fall and had gone home in the charge of his sympathetic friends. The stranger’s scattered garments had been removed by Mrs.\ Hall and the room tidied up. And on the table under the window where the stranger had been wont to work, Cuss had hit almost at once on three big books in manuscript labelled “Diary.”
 
-“Diary!” said Cuss, putting the three books on the table. “Now, at any rate, we shall learn something.” The Vicar stood with his hands on the table.
+“Diary!”\ said Cuss, putting the three books on the table. “Now, at any rate, we shall learn something.” The Vicar stood with his hands on the table.
 
 “Diary,” repeated Cuss, sitting down, putting two volumes to support the third, and opening it. “H’m—no name on the fly-leaf. Bother!—cypher. And figures.”
 
@@ -20,33 +20,33 @@ The Vicar came round to look over his shoulder.
 
 Cuss turned the pages over with a face suddenly disappointed. “I’m—dear me! It’s all cypher. Bunting.”
 
-“There are no diagrams?” asked Mr. Bunting. “No illustrations throwing light—”
+“There are no diagrams?”\ asked Mr.\ Bunting. “No illustrations throwing light—”
 
-“See for yourself,” said Mr. Cuss. “Some of it’s mathematical and some of it’s Russian or some such language (to judge by the letters), and some of it’s Greek. Now the Greek I thought \emph{you}—”
+“See for yourself,” said Mr.\ Cuss. “Some of it’s mathematical and some of it’s Russian or some such language (to judge by the letters), and some of it’s Greek. Now the Greek I thought \emph{you}—”
 
-“Of course,” said Mr. Bunting, taking out and wiping his spectacles and feeling suddenly very uncomfortable,—for he had no Greek left in his mind worth talking about; “yes—the Greek, of course, may furnish a clue.”
+“Of course,” said Mr.\ Bunting, taking out and wiping his spectacles and feeling suddenly very uncomfortable,—for he had no Greek left in his mind worth talking about; “yes—the Greek, of course, may furnish a clue.”
 
 “I’ll find you a place.”
 
-“I’d rather glance through the volumes first,” said Mr. Bunting, still wiping. “A general impression first, Cuss, and \emph{then}, you know, we can go looking for clues.”
+“I’d rather glance through the volumes first,” said Mr.\ Bunting, still wiping. “A general impression first, Cuss, and \emph{then}, you know, we can go looking for clues.”
 
 He coughed, put on his glasses, arranged them fastidiously, coughed again, and wished something would happen to avert the seemingly inevitable exposure. Then he took the volume Cuss handed him in a leisurely manner. And then something did happen.
 
 The door opened suddenly.
 
-Both gentlemen started violently, looked round, and were relieved to see a sporadically rosy face beneath a furry silk hat. “Tap?” asked the face, and stood staring.
+Both gentlemen started violently, looked round, and were relieved to see a sporadically rosy face beneath a furry silk hat. “Tap?”\ asked the face, and stood staring.
 
 “No,” said both gentlemen at once.
 
-“Over the other side, my man,” said Mr. Bunting. And “Please shut that door,” said Mr. Cuss, irritably.
+“Over the other side, my man,” said Mr.\ Bunting. And “Please shut that door,” said Mr.\ Cuss, irritably.
 
-“All right,” said the intruder, as it seemed, in a low voice curiously different from the huskiness of its first inquiry. “Right you are,” said the intruder in the former voice. “Stand clear!” and he vanished and closed the door.
+“All right,” said the intruder, as it seemed, in a low voice curiously different from the huskiness of its first inquiry. “Right you are,” said the intruder in the former voice. “Stand clear!”\ and he vanished and closed the door.
 
-“A sailor, I should judge,” said Mr. Bunting. “Amusing fellows, they are. Stand clear! indeed. A nautical term, referring to his getting back out of the room, I suppose.”
+“A sailor, I should judge,” said Mr.\ Bunting. “Amusing fellows, they are. Stand clear!\ indeed. A nautical term, referring to his getting back out of the room, I suppose.”
 
 “I daresay so,” said Cuss. “My nerves are all loose to-day. It quite made me jump—the door opening like that.”
 
-Mr. Bunting smiled as if he had not jumped. “And now,” he said with a sigh, “these books.”
+Mr.\ Bunting smiled as if he had not jumped. “And now,” he said with a sigh, “these books.”
 
 “One minute,” said Cuss, and went and locked the door. “Now I think we are safe from interruption.”
 
@@ -62,19 +62,19 @@ Some one sniffed as he did so.
 
 “I won’t argue again,” said Cuss. “We’ve thrashed that out, Bunting. And just now there’s these books— Ah! here’s some of what I take to be Greek! Greek letters certainly.”
 
-He pointed to the middle of the page. Mr. Bunting flushed slightly and brought his face nearer, apparently finding some difficulty with his glasses. Suddenly he became aware of a strange feeling at the nape of his neck. He tried to raise his head, and encountered an immovable resistance. The feeling was a curious pressure, the grip of a heavy, firm hand, and it bore his chin irresistibly to the table. “\emph{Don’t move, little men,}” whispered a voice, “\emph{or I’ll brain you both!}” He looked into the face of Cuss, close to his own, and each saw a horrified reflection of his own sickly astonishment.
+He pointed to the middle of the page. Mr.\ Bunting flushed slightly and brought his face nearer, apparently finding some difficulty with his glasses. Suddenly he became aware of a strange feeling at the nape of his neck. He tried to raise his head, and encountered an immovable resistance. The feeling was a curious pressure, the grip of a heavy, firm hand, and it bore his chin irresistibly to the table. “\emph{Don’t move, little men,}” whispered a voice, “\emph{or I’ll brain you both!}” He looked into the face of Cuss, close to his own, and each saw a horrified reflection of his own sickly astonishment.
 
 “I’m sorry to handle you roughly,” said the Voice, “but it’s unavoidable.
 
 “Since when did you learn to pry into an investigator’s private memoranda,” said the Voice; and two chins struck the table simultaneously, and two sets of teeth rattled.
 
-“Since when did you learn to invade the private rooms of a man in misfortune?” and the concussion was repeated.
+“Since when did you learn to invade the private rooms of a man in misfortune?”\ and the concussion was repeated.
 
 “Where have they put my clothes?
 
-“Listen,” said the Voice, “The windows are fastened and I’ve taken the key out of the door. I am a fairly strong man, and I have the poker handy—besides being invisible. There’s not the slightest doubt that I could kill you both and get away quite easily if I wanted to—do you understand? Very well. If I let you go will you promise not to try any nonsense and do what I tell you?”
+“Listen,” said the Voice, “the windows are fastened and I’ve taken the key out of the door. I am a fairly strong man, and I have the poker handy—besides being invisible. There’s not the slightest doubt that I could kill you both and get away quite easily if I wanted to—do you understand? Very well. If I let you go will you promise not to try any nonsense and do what I tell you?”
 
-The Vicar and the Doctor looked at one another, and the Doctor pulled a face. “Yes,” said Mr. Bunting, and the Doctor repeated it. Then the pressure on the necks relaxed, and the Doctor and the Vicar sat up, both very red in the face and wriggling their heads.
+The Vicar and the Doctor looked at one another, and the Doctor pulled a face. “Yes,” said Mr.\ Bunting, and the Doctor repeated it. Then the pressure on the necks relaxed, and the Doctor and the Vicar sat up, both very red in the face and wriggling their heads.
 
 “Please keep sitting where you are,” said the Invisible Man. “Here’s the poker, you see.
 

content/chapter9.tex

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 \ChapterSubtitle{Mr. Thomas Marvel}
 \end{ChapterStart}
 
-\dropcap[lines=2]{Y}\kern-4pt\textsc{ou must picture} Mr. Thomas Marvel as a person of copious, flexible visage, a nose of cylindrical protrusion, a liquorish, ample, fluctuating mouth, and a beard of bristling eccentricity. His figure inclined to embonpoint; his short limbs accentuated this inclination. He wore a furry silk hat, and the frequent substitution of twine and shoe-laces for buttons, apparent at critical points of his costume, marked a man essentially bachelor.
+\dropcap[lines=2]{Y}\kern-4pt\textsc{ou must picture} Mr.\ Thomas Marvel as a person of copious, flexible visage, a nose of cylindrical protrusion, a liquorish, ample, fluctuating mouth, and a beard of bristling eccentricity. His figure inclined to embonpoint; his short limbs accentuated this inclination. He wore a furry silk hat, and the frequent substitution of twine and shoe-laces for buttons, apparent at critical points of his costume, marked a man essentially bachelor.
 
-Mr. Thomas Marvel was sitting with his feet in a ditch by the roadside over the down towards Adderdean, about a mile and a half out of Iping. His feet, save for socks of irregular open-work, were bare, his big toes were broad, and pricked like the ears of a watchful dog. In a leisurely manner—he did everything in a leisurely manner—he was contemplating trying on a pair of boots. They were the soundest boots he had come across for a long time, but too large for him; whereas the ones he had were, in dry weather, a very comfortable fit, but too thin-soled for damp. Mr. Thomas Marvel hated roomy shoes, but then he hated damp. He had never properly thought out which he hated most, and it was a pleasant day, and there was nothing better to do. So he put the four shoes in a graceful group on the turf and looked at them. And seeing them there among the grass and springing agrimony, it suddenly occurred to him that both pairs were exceedingly ugly to see. He was not at all startled by a voice behind him.
+Mr. Thomas Marvel was sitting with his feet in a ditch by the roadside over the down towards Adderdean, about a mile and a half out of Iping. His feet, save for socks of irregular open-work, were bare, his big toes were broad, and pricked like the ears of a watchful dog. In a leisurely manner—he did everything in a leisurely manner—he was contemplating trying on a pair of boots. They were the soundest boots he had come across for a long time, but too large for him; whereas the ones he had were, in dry weather, a very comfortable fit, but too thin-soled for damp. Mr.\ Thomas Marvel hated roomy shoes, but then he hated damp. He had never properly thought out which he hated most, and it was a pleasant day, and there was nothing better to do. So he put the four shoes in a graceful group on the turf and looked at them. And seeing them there among the grass and springing agrimony, it suddenly occurred to him that both pairs were exceedingly ugly to see. He was not at all startled by a voice behind him.
 
 “They’re boots, anyhow,” said the voice.
 
-“They are—charity boots,” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, with his head on one side regarding them distastefully; “and which is the ugliest pair in the whole blessed universe, I’m darned if I know!”
+“They are—charity boots,” said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, with his head on one side regarding them distastefully; “and which is the ugliest pair in the whole blessed universe, I’m darned if I know!”
 
 “H’m,” said the voice.
 
@@ -22,61 +22,61 @@ Mr. Thomas Marvel was sitting with his feet in a ditch by the roadside over the
 
 “It’s a beast of a county,” said the voice. “And pigs for people.”
 
-“Ain’t it?” said Mr. Thomas Marvel. “Lord! But them boots! It beats it.”
+“Ain’t it?”\ said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel. “Lord! But them boots! It beats it.”
 
-He turned his head over his shoulder to the right, to look at the boots of his interlocutor with a view to comparisons, and lo! where the boots of his interlocutor should have been were neither legs nor boots. He turned his head over his shoulder to the left, and there also were neither legs nor boots. He was irradiated by the dawn of a great amazement. “Where \emph{are} yer?” said Mr. Thomas Marvel over his shoulder and coming on all fours. He saw a stretch of empty downs with the wind swaying the remote green-pointed furze bushes.
+He turned his head over his shoulder to the right, to look at the boots of his interlocutor with a view to comparisons, and lo! where the boots of his interlocutor should have been were neither legs nor boots. He turned his head over his shoulder to the left, and there also were neither legs nor boots. He was irradiated by the dawn of a great amazement. “Where \emph{are} yer?”\ said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel over his shoulder and coming on all fours. He saw a stretch of empty downs with the wind swaying the remote green-pointed furze bushes.
 
-“Am I drunk?” said Mr. Marvel. “Have I had visions? Was I talking to myself? What the—”
+“Am I drunk?”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “Have I had visions? Was I talking to myself? What the—”
 
 “Don’t be alarmed,” said a voice.
 
-“None of your ventriloquising \emph{me},” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, rising sharply to his feet. “Where \emph{are} yer? Alarmed, indeed!”
+“None of your ventriloquising \emph{me},” said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, rising sharply to his feet. “Where \emph{are} yer? Alarmed, indeed!”
 
 “Don’t be alarmed,” repeated the voice.
 
-“\emph{You’ll} be alarmed in a minute, you silly fool,” said Mr. Thomas Marvel. “Where \emph{are} yer? Lemme get my mark on yer—
+“\emph{You’ll} be alarmed in a minute, you silly fool,” said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel. “Where \emph{are} yer? Lemme get my mark on yer—
 
-“Are you \emph{buried?}” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, after an interval.
+“Are you \emph{buried?}”\ said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, after an interval.
 
-There was no answer. Mr. Thomas Marvel stood bootless and amazed, his jacket nearly thrown off.
+There was no answer. Mr.\ Thomas Marvel stood bootless and amazed, his jacket nearly thrown off.
 
 “Peewit,” said a peewit, very remote.
 
-“Peewit, indeed!” said Mr. Thomas Marvel. “This ain’t no time for foolery.” The down was desolate, east and west, north and south; the road, with its shallow ditches and white bordering stakes, ran smooth and empty north and south, and, save for that peewit, the blue sky was empty too. “So help me,” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, shuffling his coat on to his shoulders again. “It’s the drink! I might ha’ known.”
+“Peewit, indeed!”\ said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel. “This ain’t no time for foolery.” The down was desolate, east and west, north and south; the road, with its shallow ditches and white bordering stakes, ran smooth and empty north and south, and, save for that peewit, the blue sky was empty too. “So help me,” said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, shuffling his coat on to his shoulders again. “It’s the drink! I might ha’ known.”
 
 “It’s not the drink,” said the voice. “You keep your nerves steady.”
 
-“Ow!” said Mr. Marvel, and his face grew white amidst its patches. “It’s the drink,” his lips repeated noiselessly. He remained staring about him, rotating slowly backwards. “I could have \emph{swore} I heard a voice,” he whispered.
+“Ow!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel, and his face grew white amidst its patches. “It’s the drink,” his lips repeated noiselessly. He remained staring about him, rotating slowly backwards. “I could have \emph{swore} I heard a voice,” he whispered.
 
 “Of course you did.”
 
-“It’s there again,” said Mr. Marvel, closing his eyes and clasping his hand on his brow with a tragic gesture. He was suddenly taken by the collar and shaken violently, and left more dazed than ever. “Don’t be a fool,” said the voice.
+“It’s there again,” said Mr.\ Marvel, closing his eyes and clasping his hand on his brow with a tragic gesture. He was suddenly taken by the collar and shaken violently, and left more dazed than ever. “Don’t be a fool,” said the voice.
 
-“I’m—off—my—blooming—chump,” said Mr. Marvel. “It’s no good. It’s fretting about them blarsted boots. I’m off my blessed blooming chump. Or it’s spirits.”
+“I’m—off—my—blooming—chump,” said Mr.\ Marvel. “It’s no good. It’s fretting about them blarsted boots. I’m off my blessed blooming chump. Or it’s spirits.”
 
 “Neither one thing nor the other,” said the voice. “Listen!”
 
-“Chump,” said Mr. Marvel.
+“Chump,” said Mr.\ Marvel.
 
 “One minute,” said the voice, penetratingly,—tremulous with self-control.
 
-“Well?” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, with a strange feeling of having been dug in the chest by a finger.
+“Well?”\ said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, with a strange feeling of having been dug in the chest by a finger.
 
 “You think I’m just imagination? Just imagination?”
 
-“What else \emph{can} you be?” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, rubbing the back of his neck.
+“What else \emph{can} you be?”\ said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, rubbing the back of his neck.
 
 “Very well,” said the voice, in a tone of relief. “Then I’m going to throw flints at you till you think differently.”
 
 “But where \emph{are} yer?”
 
-The voice made no answer. Whizz came a flint, apparently out of the air, and missed Mr. Marvel’s shoulder by a hair’s-breadth. Mr. Marvel, turning, saw a flint jerk up into the air, trace a complicated path, hang for a moment, and then fling at his feet with almost invisible rapidity. He was too amazed to dodge. Whizz it came, and ricochetted from a bare toe into the ditch. Mr. Thomas Marvel jumped a foot and howled aloud. Then he started to run, tripped over an unseen obstacle, and came head over heels into a sitting position.
+The voice made no answer. Whizz came a flint, apparently out of the air, and missed Mr.\ Marvel’s shoulder by a hair’s-breadth. Mr.\ Marvel, turning, saw a flint jerk up into the air, trace a complicated path, hang for a moment, and then fling at his feet with almost invisible rapidity. He was too amazed to dodge. Whizz it came, and ricochetted from a bare toe into the ditch. Mr.\ Thomas Marvel jumped a foot and howled aloud. Then he started to run, tripped over an unseen obstacle, and came head over heels into a sitting position.
 
 “\emph{Now},” said the voice, as a third stone curved upward and hung in the air above the tramp. “Am I imagination?”
 
-Mr. Marvel by way of reply struggled to his feet, and was immediately rolled over again. He lay quiet for a moment “If you struggle any more,” said the voice, “I shall throw the flint at your head.”
+Mr.\ Marvel by way of reply struggled to his feet, and was immediately rolled over again. He lay quiet for a moment “If you struggle any more,” said the voice, “I shall throw the flint at your head.”
 
-“It’s a fair do,” said Mr. Thomas Marvel, sitting up, taking his wounded toe in hand and fixing his eye on the third missile. “I don’t understand it. Stones flinging themselves. Stones talking. Put yourself down. Rot away. I’m done.”
+“It’s a fair do,” said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel, sitting up, taking his wounded toe in hand and fixing his eye on the third missile. “I don’t understand it. Stones flinging themselves. Stones talking. Put yourself down. Rot away. I’m done.”
 
 The third flint fell.
 
@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ The third flint fell.
 
 “I’m invisible. That’s the great point And what I want you to understand is this—”
 
-“But whereabouts?” interrupted Mr. Marvel.
+“But whereabouts?”\ interrupted Mr.\ Marvel.
 
 “Here! Six yards in front of you.”
 
@@ -110,44 +110,44 @@ The third flint fell.
 
 He felt the hand that had closed round his wrist with his disengaged fingers, and his fingers went timorously up the arm, patted a muscular chest, and explored a bearded face. Marvel’s face was astonishment.
 
-“I’m dashed!” he said. “If this don’t beat cock-fighting! Most remarkable!—And there I can see a rabbit clean through you, ’arf a mile away! Not a bit of you visible—except—”
+“I’m dashed!”\ he said. “If this don’t beat cock-fighting! Most remarkable!—And there I can see a rabbit clean through you, ’arf a mile away! Not a bit of you visible—except—”
 
-He scrutinised the apparently empty space keenly. “You ’aven’t been eatin’ bread and cheese?” he asked, holding the invisible arm.
+He scrutinised the apparently empty space keenly. “You ’aven’t been eatin’ bread and cheese?”\ he asked, holding the invisible arm.
 
 “You’re quite right, and it’s not quite assimilated into the system.”
 
-“Ah!” said Mr. Marvel. “Sort of ghostly, though.”
+“Ah!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “Sort of ghostly, though.”
 
 “Of course, all this isn’t half so wonderful as you think.”
 
-“It’s quite wonderful enough for \emph{my} modest wants,” said Mr. Thomas Marvel. “Howjer manage it! How the dooce is it done?”
+“It’s quite wonderful enough for \emph{my} modest wants,” said Mr.\ Thomas Marvel. “Howjer manage it! How the dooce is it done?”
 
 “It’s too long a story. And besides—”
 
-{\addfontfeature{LetterSpace=-1.5}“I tell you, the whole business fair beats me,” said Mr. Marvel.}\looseness=-1
+{\addfontfeature{LetterSpace=-1.5}“I tell you, the whole business fair beats me,” said Mr.\ Marvel.}\looseness=-1
 
 “What I want to say at present is this: I need help. I have come to that—I came upon you suddenly. I was wandering, mad with rage, naked, impotent. I could have murdered. And I saw you—”
 
-“\emph{Lord!}” said Mr. Marvel.
+“\emph{Lord!}” said Mr.\ Marvel.
 
 “I came up behind you—hesitated—went on—”
 
-Mr. Marvel’s expression was eloquent.
+Mr.\ Marvel’s expression was eloquent.
 
 “—then stopped. ‘Here,’ I said, ‘is an out-cast like myself. This is the man for me.’ So I turned back and came to you— you. And—”
 
-“\emph{Lord!}” said Mr. Marvel. “But I’m all in a dizzy. May I ask—How is it? And what you may be requiring in the way of help?—Invisible!”
+“\emph{Lord!}”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “But I’m all in a dizzy. May I ask—How is it? And what you may be requiring in the way of help?—Invisible!”
 
 “I want you to help me get clothes—and shelter—and then, with other things. I’ve left them long enough. If you won’t—well! But you \emph{will}—\emph{must}.”
 
-“Look here,” said Mr. Marvel. “I’m too flabbergasted. Don’t knock me about any more. And leave me go. I must get steady a bit. And you’ve pretty near broken my toe. It’s all so unreasonable. Empty downs, empty sky. Nothing visible for miles except the bosom of Nature. And then comes a voice. A voice out of heaven! And stones! And a fist—Lord!”
+“Look here,” said Mr.\ Marvel. “I’m too flabbergasted. Don’t knock me about any more. And leave me go. I must get steady a bit. And you’ve pretty near broken my toe. It’s all so unreasonable. Empty downs, empty sky. Nothing visible for miles except the bosom of Nature. And then comes a voice. A voice out of heaven! And stones! And a fist—Lord!”
 
 “Pull yourself together,” said the voice, “for you have to do the job I’ve chosen for you.”
 
-Mr. Marvel blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were round.
+Mr.\ Marvel blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were round.
 
 “I’ve chosen you,” said the voice. “You are the only man except some of those fools down there, who knows there is such a thing as an invisible man. You have to be my helper. Help me—and I will do great things for you. An invisible man is a man of power.” He stopped for a moment to sneeze violently.
 
 “But if you betray me,” he said, “if you fail to do as I direct you—”
 
-He paused and tapped Mr. Marvel’s shoulder smartly. Mr. Marvel gave a yelp of terror at the touch. “\emph{I} don’t want to betray you,” said Mr. Marvel, edging away from the direction of the fingers. “Don’t you go a-thinking that, whatever you do. All I want to do is to help you—just tell me what I got to do. (Lord!) Whatever you want done, that I’m most willing to do.”
+He paused and tapped Mr.\ Marvel’s shoulder smartly. Mr.\ Marvel gave a yelp of terror at the touch. “\emph{I} don’t want to betray you,” said Mr.\ Marvel, edging away from the direction of the fingers. “Don’t you go a-thinking that, whatever you do. All I want to do is to help you—just tell me what I got to do. (Lord!) Whatever you want done, that I’m most willing to do.”