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@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@
 
 \dropcap[lines=2]{D}\kern-6pt\textsc{octor Kemp} had continued writing in his study until the shots aroused him. Crack, crack, crack, they came one after the other.
 
-“Hullo!” said Doctor Kemp, putting his pen into his mouth again and listening. “Who’s letting off revolvers in Burdock? What are the asses at now?”
+“Hullo!”\ said Doctor Kemp, putting his pen into his mouth again and listening. “Who’s letting off revolvers in Burdock? What are the asses at now?”
 
 He went to the south window, threw it up, and leaning out stared down on the network of windows, beaded gas-lamps and shops, with its black interstices of roofs that made up the town at night. “Looks like a crowd down the hill,” he said, “by the Cricketers,” and remained watching. Thence his eyes wandered over the town to far away where the ships’ lights shone, find the pier glowed, a little illuminated faceted pavilion like a gem of yellow light. The moon in its first quarter hung over the western hill, and the stars were clear and almost tropically bright.
 
@@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ After five minutes, during which his mind had travelled into a remote speculatio
 
 It must have been about an hour after this that the front-door bell rang. He had been writing slackly, and with intervals of abstraction, since the shots. He sat listening. He heard the servant answer the door, and waited for her feet on the staircase, but she did not come. “Wonder what that was,” said Doctor Kemp.
 
-He tried to resume his work, failed, got up, went downstairs from his study to the landing, rang, and called over the balustrade to the housemaid as she appeared in the hall below. “Was that a letter?” he asked.
+He tried to resume his work, failed, got up, went downstairs from his study to the landing, rang, and called over the balustrade to the housemaid as she appeared in the hall below. “Was that a letter?”\ he asked.
 
 “Only a runaway ring, sir,” she answered.
 
@@ -40,9 +40,9 @@ He stood staring at the tumbled sheets. Was that really a voice? He looked about
 
 He stared at this in amazement. It was an empty bandage, a bandage properly tied but quite empty. He would have advanced to grasp it, but a touch arrested him, and a voice speaking quite close to him.
 
-“Kemp!” said the Voice.
+“Kemp!”\ said the Voice.
 
-“Eigh?” said Kemp, with his mouth open.
+“Eigh?”\ said Kemp, with his mouth open.
 
 “Keep your nerve,” said the Voice. “I’m an Invisible Man.”
 
@@ -52,11 +52,11 @@ Kemp made no answer for a space, simply stared at the bandage. “Invisible Man,
 
 The story he had been active to ridicule only that morning rushed through Kemp’s brain. He does not appear to have been either very much frightened or very greatly surprised at the moment. Realisation came later.
 
-“I thought it was all a lie,” he said. The thought uppermost in his mind was the reiterated arguments of the morning. “Have you a bandage on?” he asked.
+“I thought it was all a lie,” he said. The thought uppermost in his mind was the reiterated arguments of the morning. “Have you a bandage on?”\ he asked.
 
 “Yes,” said the Invisible Man.
 
-“Oh!” said Kemp, and then roused himself. “I say!” he said. “But this is nonsense. It’s some trick.” He stepped forward suddenly, and his hand, extended towards the bandage, met invisible fingers.
+“Oh!”\ said Kemp, and then roused himself. “I say!”\ he said. “But this is nonsense. It’s some trick.” He stepped forward suddenly, and his hand, extended towards the bandage, met invisible fingers.
 
 He recoiled at the touch and his colour changed.
 
@@ -64,13 +64,13 @@ He recoiled at the touch and his colour changed.
 
 The hand gripped his arm. He struck at it.
 
-“Kemp!” cried the Voice. “Kemp! Keep steady!” and the grip tightened.
+“Kemp!”\ cried the Voice. “Kemp! Keep steady!”\ and the grip tightened.
 
 A frantic desire to free himself took possession of Kemp. The hand of the bandaged arm gripped his shoulder, and he was suddenly tripped and flung backwards upon the bed. He opened his mouth to shout, and the corner of the sheet was thrust between his teeth. The Invisible Man had him down grimly, but his arms were free and he struck and tried to kick savagely.
 
-“Listen to reason, will you?” said the Invisible Man, sticking to him in spite of a pounding in the ribs. “By Heaven! you’ll madden me in a minute!
+“Listen to reason, will you?”\ said the Invisible Man, sticking to him in spite of a pounding in the ribs. “By Heaven!\ you’ll madden me in a minute!
 
-“Lie still, you fool!” bawled the Invisible Man in Kemp’s ear.
+“Lie still, you fool!”\ bawled the Invisible Man in Kemp’s ear.
 
 Kemp struggled for another moment and then lay still.
 
@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@ He sat up and felt his neck.
 
 “I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. I am just an ordinary man—a man you have known—made invisible.”
 
-“Griffin?” said Kemp.
+“Griffin?”\ said Kemp.
 
 “Griffin,” answered the Voice,—“a younger student, almost an albino, six feet high, and broad, with a pink and white face and red eyes,—who won the medal for chemistry.”
 
@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@ Kemp thought. “It’s horrible,” he said. “But what devilry must happen to
 
 “It’s no devilry. It’s a process, sane and intelligible enough—”
 
-“It’s horrible!” said Kemp. “How on earth—?”
+“It’s horrible!”\ said Kemp. “How on earth—?”
 
 “It’s horrible enough. But I’m wounded and in pain, and tired— Great God! Kemp, you are a man. Take it steady. Give me some food and drink, and let me sit down here.”
 
@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@ Kemp stared at the bandage as it moved across the room, then saw a basket chair
 
 “Give me some whiskey. I’m near dead.”
 
-“It didn’t feel so. Where are you? If I get up shall I run into you? \emph{There!} all right. Whiskey? Here. Where shall I give it you?”
+“It didn’t feel so. Where are you? If I get up shall I run into you? \emph{There!}\ all right. Whiskey? Here. Where shall I give it you?”
 
 The chair creaked and Kemp felt the glass drawn away from him. He let go by an effort; his instinct was all against it. It came to rest poised twenty inches above the front edge of the seat of the chair. He stared at it in infinite perplexity. “This is—this \emph{must} be—hypnotism. You must have suggested you are invisible.”
 
@@ -122,17 +122,17 @@ The chair creaked and Kemp felt the glass drawn away from him. He let go by an e
 
 “Never mind what you’ve demonstrated!—I’m starving,” said the Voice, “and the night is—chilly to a man without clothes.”
 
-“Food!” said Kemp.
+“Food!”\ said Kemp.
 
-The tumbler of whiskey tilted itself. “Yes, said the Invisible Man rapping it down. “Have you got a dressing-gown?”
+The tumbler of whiskey tilted itself. “Yes,” said the Invisible Man rapping it down. “Have you got a dressing-gown?”
 
-Kemp made some exclamation in an undertone. He walked to a wardrobe and produced a robe of dingy scarlet. “This do?” he asked. It was taken from him. It hung limp for a moment in mid-air, fluttered weirdly, stood full and decorous buttoning itself, and sat down in his chair. “Drawers, socks, slippers would be a comfort,” said the Unseen, curtly. “And food.”
+Kemp made some exclamation in an undertone. He walked to a wardrobe and produced a robe of dingy scarlet. “This do?”\ he asked. It was taken from him. It hung limp for a moment in mid-air, fluttered weirdly, stood full and decorous buttoning itself, and sat down in his chair. “Drawers, socks, slippers would be a comfort,” said the Unseen, curtly. “And food.”
 
 “Anything. But this is the insanest thing I ever was in, in my life!”
 
 He turned out his drawers for the articles, and then went downstairs to ransack his larder. He came back with some cold cutlets and bread, pulled up a light table, and placed them before his guest. “Never mind knives,” said his visitor, and a cutlet hung in mid-air, with a sound of gnawing.
 
-“Invisible!” said Kemp, and sat down on a bedroom chair.
+“Invisible!”\ said Kemp, and sat down on a bedroom chair.
 
 “I always like to get something about me before I eat,” said the Invisible Man, with a full mouth, eating greedily. “Queer fancy!”
 
@@ -144,11 +144,11 @@ He turned out his drawers for the articles, and then went downstairs to ransack
 
 “Exactly. But it’s odd I should blunder into \emph{your} house to get my bandaging. My first stroke of luck! Anyhow I meant to sleep in this house to-night. You must stand that! It’s a filthy nuisance, my blood showing, isn’t it? Quite a clot over there. Gets visible as it coagulates, I see. I’ve been in the house three hours.”
 
-“But how’s it done?” began Kemp, in a tone of exasperation. “Confound it! The whole business—it’s unreasonable from beginning to end.”
+“But how’s it done?”\ began Kemp, in a tone of exasperation. “Confound it! The whole business—it’s unreasonable from beginning to end.”
 
 “Quite reasonable,” said the Invisible Man. “Perfectly reasonable.”
 
-He reached over and secured the whiskey bottle. Kemp stared at the devouring dressing gown. A ray of candle-light penetrating a torn patch in the right shoulder, made a triangle of light under the left ribs. “What were the shots?” he asked, “How did the shooting begin?”
+He reached over and secured the whiskey bottle. Kemp stared at the devouring dressing gown. A ray of candle-light penetrating a torn patch in the right shoulder, made a triangle of light under the left ribs. “What were the shots?”\ he asked, “How did the shooting begin?”
 
 “There was a fool of a man—a sort of confederate of mine—curse him!—who tried to steal my money. \emph{Has} done so.”\looseness=-1
 
@@ -160,7 +160,7 @@ He reached over and secured the whiskey bottle. Kemp stared at the devouring dre
 
 “Can’t I have some more to eat before I tell you all that? I’m hungry—in pain. And you want me to tell stories!”
 
-Kemp got up. “\emph{You} didn’t do any shooting?” he asked.
+Kemp got up. “\emph{You} didn’t do any shooting?”\ he asked.
 
 “Not me,” said his visitor. “Some fool I’d never seen fired at random. A lot of them got scared. They all got scared at me. Curse them!— I say—I want more to eat than this, Kemp.”
 
@@ -168,13 +168,13 @@ Kemp got up. “\emph{You} didn’t do any shooting?” he asked.
 
 After he had done eating, and he made a heavy meal, the Invisible Man demanded a cigar. He bit the end savagely before Kemp could find a knife, and cursed when the outer leaf loosened. It was strange to see him smoking; his mouth, and throat, pharynx and nares, became visible as a sort of whirling smoke cast.
 
-“This blessed gift of smoking!” he said, and puffed vigorously. “I’m lucky to have fallen upon you, Kemp. You must help me. Fancy tumbling on you just now! I’m in a devilish scrape.  I’ve been mad, I think. The things I have been through! But we will do things yet. Let me tell you—”
+“This blessed gift of smoking!”\ he said, and puffed vigorously. “I’m lucky to have fallen upon you, Kemp. You must help me. Fancy tumbling on you just now! I’m in a devilish scrape.  I’ve been mad, I think. The things I have been through! But we will do things yet. Let me tell you—”
 
 He helped himself to more whiskey and soda. Kemp got up, looked about him, and fetched himself a glass from his spare room. “It’s wild—but I suppose I may drink.”
 
 “You haven’t changed much, Kemp, these dozen years. You fair men don’t. Cool and methodical—after the first collapse. I must tell you. We will work together!”
 
-“But how was it all done?” said Kemp, “and how did you get like this?”
+“But how was it all done?”\ said Kemp, “and how did you get like this?”
 
 “For God’s sake, let me smoke in peace for a little while! And then I will begin to tell you.”
 
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ But the story was not told that night. The Invisible Man’s wrist was growing p
 
 “I should have killed him—”
 
-“Where did you get the money?” asked Kemp, abruptly.
+“Where did you get the money?”\ asked Kemp, abruptly.
 
 The Invisible Man was silent for a space. “I can’t tell you to-night,” he said.
 
@@ -196,7 +196,7 @@ He groaned suddenly and leant forward, supporting his invisible head on invisibl
 
 “But how can I sleep? If I sleep—he will get away. Ugh! What does it matter?”
 
-“What’s the shot-wound?” asked Kemp, abruptly.
+“What’s the shot-wound?”\ asked Kemp, abruptly.
 
 “Nothing—scratch and blood. Oh, God! How I want sleep!”
 
@@ -206,4 +206,4 @@ The Invisible Man appeared to be regarding Kemp. “Because I’ve a particular
 
 Kemp started.
 
-“Fool that I am!” said the Invisible Man, striking the table smartly. “I’ve put the idea into your head.”
+“Fool that I am!”\ said the Invisible Man, striking the table smartly. “I’ve put the idea into your head.”

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@@ -18,13 +18,13 @@ Kemp stood in the middle of the room staring at the headless garment. “I suppo
 
 “Only bid me good-night,” said Griffin.
 
-“Good-night,” said Kemp, and shook an invisible hand. He walked sideways to the door. Suddenly the dressing-gown walked quickly towards him. “Understand me!” said the dressing-gown. “No attempts to hamper me, or capture me! Or—”
+“Good-night,” said Kemp, and shook an invisible hand. He walked sideways to the door. Suddenly the dressing-gown walked quickly towards him. “Understand me!”\ said the dressing-gown. “No attempts to hamper me, or capture me! Or—”
 
 Kemp’s face changed a little. “I thought I gave you my word,” he said.
 
 Kemp closed the door softly behind him, and the key was turned upon him forthwith. Then, as he stood with an expression of passive amazement on his face, the rapid feet came to the door of the dressing-room and that too was locked. Kemp slapped his brow with his hand. “Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad—or have I?”
 
-He laughed, and put his hand to the locked door. “Barred out of my own bedroom, by a flagrant absurdity!” he said.
+He laughed, and put his hand to the locked door. “Barred out of my own bedroom, by a flagrant absurdity!”\ he said.
 
 He walked to the head of the staircase, turned, and stared at the locked doors. “It’s fact,” he said. He put his fingers to his slightly bruised neck. “Undeniable fact!
 
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ He shook his head hopelessly, turned, and went downstairs.
 
 He lit the dining-room lamp, got out a cigar, and began pacing the room, ejaculating. Now and then he would argue with himself.
 
-“Invisible!” he said.
+“Invisible!”\ he said.
 
 “Is there such a thing as an invisible animal? In the sea, yes. Thousands! millions! All the larvæ, all the little nauplii and tornarias, all the microscopic things, the jelly-fish. In the sea there are more things invisible than visible! I never thought of that before. And in the ponds too! All those little pond-life things,—specks of colourless translucent jelly! But in air? No!
 
@@ -44,15 +44,15 @@ He lit the dining-room lamp, got out a cigar, and began pacing the room, ejacula
 
 “If a man was made of glass he would still be visible.”
 
-His meditation became profound. The bulk of three cigars had passed into the invisible or diffused as a white ash over the carpet before he spoke again. Then it was merely an exclamation. He turned aside, walked out of the room, and went into his little consulting-room and lit the gas there. It was a little room, because Dr. Kemp did not live by practice, and in it were the day’s newspapers. The morning’s paper lay carelessly opened and thrown aside. He caught it up, turned it over, and read the account of a “Strange Story from Iping” that the mariner at Port Stowe had spelt over so painfully to Mr. Marvel. Kemp read it swiftly.
+His meditation became profound. The bulk of three cigars had passed into the invisible or diffused as a white ash over the carpet before he spoke again. Then it was merely an exclamation. He turned aside, walked out of the room, and went into his little consulting-room and lit the gas there. It was a little room, because Dr. Kemp did not live by practice, and in it were the day’s newspapers. The morning’s paper lay carelessly opened and thrown aside. He caught it up, turned it over, and read the account of a “Strange Story from Iping” that the mariner at Port Stowe had spelt over so painfully to Mr.\ Marvel. Kemp read it swiftly.
 
 “Wrapped up!” said Kemp. “Disguised! Hiding it! ‘No one seems to have been aware of his misfortune.’ What the devil \emph{is} his game?”
 
-He dropped the paper, and his eye went seeking. “Ah!” he said, and caught up the “St. James’ Gazette,” lying folded up as it arrived. “Now we shall get at the truth,” said Dr. Kemp. He rent the paper open; a couple of columns confronted him. “An Entire Village in Sussex Goes Mad” was the heading.
+He dropped the paper, and his eye went seeking. “Ah!”\ he said, and caught up the “St.\ James’ Gazette,” lying folded up as it arrived. “Now we shall get at the truth,” said Dr.\ Kemp. He rent the paper open; a couple of columns confronted him. “An Entire Village in Sussex Goes Mad” was the heading.
 
-“Good Heavens!” said Kemp, reading eagerly an incredulous account of the events in Iping, of the previous afternoon, that have already been described. Over the leaf the report in the morning paper had been reprinted.
+“Good Heavens!”\ said Kemp, reading eagerly an incredulous account of the events in Iping, of the previous afternoon, that have already been described. Over the leaf the report in the morning paper had been reprinted.
 
-He re-read it. “Ran through the streets striking right and left. Jaffers insensible. Mr. Huxter in great pain—still unable to describe what he saw. Painful humiliation—vicar. Woman ill with terror! Windows smashed. This extraordinary story probably a fabrication. Too good not to print—\emph{cum grano!}”
+He re-read it. “Ran through the streets striking right and left. Jaffers insensible. Mr.\ Huxter in great pain—still unable to describe what he saw. Painful humiliation—vicar. Woman ill with terror! Windows smashed. This extraordinary story probably a fabrication. Too good not to print—\emph{cum grano!}”
 
 He dropped the paper and stared blankly in front of him. “Probably a fabrication!”
 
@@ -62,11 +62,11 @@ He sat down abruptly on the surgical couch. “He’s not only invisible,” he
 
 When dawn came to mingle its pallor with the lamp-light and cigar smoke of the dining-room, Kemp was still pacing up and down, trying to grasp the incredible.
 
-He was altogether too excited to sleep. His servants, descending sleepily, discovered him, and were inclined to think that over-study had worked this ill on him. He gave them extraordinary but quite explicit instructions to lay breakfast for two in the belvedere study—and then to confine themselves to the basement and ground-floor. Then he continued to pace the dining-room until the morning’s paper came. That had much to say and little to tell, beyond the confirmation of the evening before, and a very baldly written account of another remarkable tale from Port Burdock. This gave Kemp the essence of the happenings at the Jolly Cricketers, and the name of Marvel. “He has made me keep with him twenty-four hours,” Marvel testified. Certain minor facts were added to the Iping story, notably the cutting of the village telegraph-wire. But there was nothing to throw light on the connection between the Invisible Man and the Tramp; for Mr. Marvel had supplied no information about the three books, or the money with which he was lined. The incredulous tone had vanished and a shoal of reporters and inquirers were already at work elaborating the matter.
+He was altogether too excited to sleep. His servants, descending sleepily, discovered him, and were inclined to think that over-study had worked this ill on him. He gave them extraordinary but quite explicit instructions to lay breakfast for two in the belvedere study—and then to confine themselves to the basement and ground-floor. Then he continued to pace the dining-room until the morning’s paper came. That had much to say and little to tell, beyond the confirmation of the evening before, and a very baldly written account of another remarkable tale from Port Burdock. This gave Kemp the essence of the happenings at the Jolly Cricketers, and the name of Marvel. “He has made me keep with him twenty-four hours,” Marvel testified. Certain minor facts were added to the Iping story, notably the cutting of the village telegraph-wire. But there was nothing to throw light on the connection between the Invisible Man and the Tramp; for Mr.\ Marvel had supplied no information about the three books, or the money with which he was lined. The incredulous tone had vanished and a shoal of reporters and inquirers were already at work elaborating the matter.
 
 Kemp read every scrap of the report and sent his housemaid out to get every one of the morning papers she could. These also he devoured.
 
-“He is invisible!” he said. “And it reads like rage growing to mania! The things he may do! The things he may do! And he’s upstairs free as the air. What on earth ought I to do?
+“He is invisible!”\ he said. “And it reads like rage growing to mania! The things he may do! The things he may do! And he’s upstairs free as the air. What on earth ought I to do?
 
 “For instance, would it be a breach of faith if—? No.”
 

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 \ChapterSubtitle{Principles}
 \end{ChapterStart}
 
-\dropcap[lines=2,ante=“]{W}\kern-4pt\textsc{hat’s the matter}?” asked Kemp, when the Invisible Man admitted him.
+\dropcap[lines=2,ante=“]{W}\kern-4pt\textsc{hat’s the matter}?”\ asked Kemp, when the Invisible Man admitted him.
 
 “Nothing,” was the answer.
 
@@ -54,7 +54,7 @@ The Invisible Man sat down on the bed.
 
 “But I went to work—like a nigger. And I had hardly worked and thought about the matter six months before light came through one of the meshes suddenly—blindingly! I found a general principle of pigments and refraction,—a formula, a geometrical expression involving four dimensions. Fools, common men, even common mathematicians, do not know anything of what some general expression may mean to the student of molecular physics. In the books—the books that Tramp has hidden—there are marvels, miracles! But this was not a method, it was an idea, that might lead to a method by which it would be possible, without changing any other property of matter,—except, in some instances, colours,—to lower the refractive index of a substance, solid or liquid, to that of air—so far as all practical purposes are concerned.”
 
-“Phew!” said Kemp. “That’s odd! But still I don’t see quite— I can understand that thereby you could spoil a valuable stone, but personal invisibility is a far cry.”
+“Phew!”\ said Kemp. “That’s odd! But still I don’t see quite— I can understand that thereby you could spoil a valuable stone, but personal invisibility is a far cry.”
 
 “Precisely,” said Griffin. “But consider: Visibility depends on the action of the visible bodies on light. Either a body absorbs light, or it reflects or refracts it, or does all these things. If it neither reflects nor refracts nor absorbs light, it cannot of itself be visible. You see an opaque red box, for instance, because the colour absorbs some of the light and reflects the rest, all the red part of the light, to you. If it did not absorb any particular part of the light, but reflected it all, then it would be a shining white box. Silver! A diamond box would neither absorb much of the light nor reflect much from the general surface, but just here and there where the surfaces were favourable the light would be reflected and refracted, so that you would get a brilliant appearance of flashing reflections and translucencies,—a sort of skeleton of light. A glass box would not be so brilliant, not so clearly visible, as a diamond box, because there would be less refraction and reflection. See that? From certain points of view you would see quite clearly through it. Some kinds of glass would be more visible than others, a box of flint glass would be brighter than a box of ordinary window glass. A box of very thin common glass would be hard to see in a bad light, because it would absorb hardly any light and refract and reflect very little. And if you put a sheet of common white glass in water, still more if you put it in some denser liquid than water, it would vanish almost altogether, because light passing from water to glass is only slightly refracted or reflected or indeed affected in any way. It is almost as invisible as a jet of coal gas or hydrogen is in air. And for precisely the same reason!”
 
@@ -72,7 +72,7 @@ The Invisible Man sat down on the bed.
 
 “That from a doctor! How one forgets! Have you already forgotten your physics, in ten years? Just think of all the things that are transparent and seem not to be so. Paper, for instance, is made up of transparent fibres, and it is white and opaque only for the same reason that a powder of glass is white and opaque. Oil white paper, fill up the interstices between the particles with oil so that there is no longer refraction or reflection except at the surfaces, and it becomes as transparent as glass. And not only paper, but cotton fibre, linen fibre, wool fibre, woody fibre, and \emph{bone}, Kemp, \emph{flesh}, Kemp, \emph{hair}, Kemp, \emph{nails} and \emph{nerves}, Kemp, in fact the whole fabric of a man except the red of his blood and the black pigment of hair, are all made up of transparent, colourless tissue. So little suffices to make us visible one to the other. For the most part the fibres of a living creature are no more opaque than water.”
 
-“Great Heavens!” cried Kemp. “Of course, of course! I was thinking only last night of the sea larvæ and all jelly-fish!”
+“Great Heavens!”\ cried Kemp. “Of course, of course! I was thinking only last night of the sea larvæ and all jelly-fish!”
 
 “\emph{Now} you have me! And all that I knew and had in mind a year after I left London—six years ago. But I kept it to myself I had to do my work under frightful disadvantages. Oliver, my professor, was a scientific bounder, a journalist by instinct, a thief of ideas,—he was always prying! And you know the knavish system of the scientific world. I simply would not publish, and let him share my credit I went on working, I got nearer and nearer making my formula into an experiment, a reality. I told no living soul, because I meant to flash my work upon the world with crushing effect,—to become famous at a blow. I took up the question of pigments to fill up certain gaps. And suddenly, not by design but by accident, I made a discovery in physiology.”
 
@@ -82,13 +82,13 @@ The Invisible Man sat down on the bed.
 
 Kemp gave a cry of incredulous amazement.
 
-The Invisible Man rose and began pacing the little study. “You may well exclaim. I remember that night. It was late at night,—in the daytime one was bothered with the gaping, silly students,—and I worked then sometimes till dawn. It came suddenly, splendid and complete into my mind. I was alone; the laboratory was still, with the tall lights burning brightly and silently. In all my great moments I have been alone. ‘One could make an animal—a tissue—transparent! One could make it invisible! All except the pigments—I could be invisible!’ I said, suddenly realizing what it meant to be an albino with such knowledge. It was overwhelming. I left the filtering I was doing, and went and stared out of the great window at the stars. ‘I could be invisible!’ I repeated.
+The Invisible Man rose and began pacing the little study. “You may well exclaim. I remember that night. It was late at night,—in the daytime one was bothered with the gaping, silly students,—and I worked then sometimes till dawn. It came suddenly, splendid and complete into my mind. I was alone; the laboratory was still, with the tall lights burning brightly and silently. In all my great moments I have been alone. ‘One could make an animal—a tissue—transparent! One could make it invisible! All except the pigments—I could be invisible!’\ I said, suddenly realizing what it meant to be an albino with such knowledge. It was overwhelming. I left the filtering I was doing, and went and stared out of the great window at the stars. ‘I could be invisible!’\ I repeated.
 
-“To do such a thing would be to transcend magic. And I beheld, unclouded by doubt, a magnificent vision of all that invisibility might mean to a man,—the mystery, the power, the freedom. Drawbacks I saw none. You have only to think! And I, a shabby, poverty-struck, hemmed-in demonstrator, teaching fools in a provincial college, might suddenly become—this. I ask you, Kemp, if you— Anyone, I tell you, would have flung himself upon that research. And I worked three years, and every mountain of difficulty I toiled over showed another from its summit. The infinite details! And the exasperation,—a professor, a provincial professor, always prying. ‘When are you going to publish this work of yours?’ was his everlasting question. And the students, the cramped means! Three years I had of it—
+“To do such a thing would be to transcend magic. And I beheld, unclouded by doubt, a magnificent vision of all that invisibility might mean to a man,—the mystery, the power, the freedom. Drawbacks I saw none. You have only to think! And I, a shabby, poverty-struck, hemmed-in demonstrator, teaching fools in a provincial college, might suddenly become—this. I ask you, Kemp, if you— Anyone, I tell you, would have flung himself upon that research. And I worked three years, and every mountain of difficulty I toiled over showed another from its summit. The infinite details! And the exasperation,—a professor, a provincial professor, always prying. ‘When are you going to publish this work of yours?’\ was his everlasting question. And the students, the cramped means! Three years I had of it—
 
 “And after three years of secrecy and exasperation, I found that to complete it was impossible,—impossible.”
 
-“How?” asked Kemp.
+“How?”\ asked Kemp.
 
 “Money,” said the Invisible Man, and went again to stare out of the window.
 

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@@ -50,9 +50,9 @@ For a space Griffin sat silent, and then he resumed abruptly:—
 
 “Odd!”
 
-“I can’t explain it. She was bandaged and clamped, of course,—so I had her safe; but she woke while she was still misty, and miaowled dismally, and someone came knocking. It was an old woman from downstairs, who suspected me of vivisecting,—a drink-sodden old creature, with only a white cat to care for in all the world. I whipped out some chloroform, applied it, and answered the door. ‘Did I hear a cat?’ she asked. ‘My cat?’ ‘Not here,’ said I, very politely. She was a little doubtful and tried to peer past me into the room; strange enough to her no doubt,—bare walls, uncurtained windows, truckle-bed, with the gas engine vibrating, and the seethe of the radiant points, and that faint ghastly stinging of chloroform in the air. She had to be satisfied at last and went away again.”
+“I can’t explain it. She was bandaged and clamped, of course,—so I had her safe; but she woke while she was still misty, and miaowled dismally, and someone came knocking. It was an old woman from downstairs, who suspected me of vivisecting,—a drink-sodden old creature, with only a white cat to care for in all the world. I whipped out some chloroform, applied it, and answered the door. ‘Did I hear a cat?’\ she asked. ‘My cat?’ ‘Not here,’ said I, very politely. She was a little doubtful and tried to peer past me into the room; strange enough to her no doubt,—bare walls, uncurtained windows, truckle-bed, with the gas engine vibrating, and the seethe of the radiant points, and that faint ghastly stinging of chloroform in the air. She had to be satisfied at last and went away again.”
 
-“How long did it take?” asked Kemp.
+“How long did it take?”\ asked Kemp.
 
 “Three or four hours—the cat. The bones and sinews and the fat were the last to go, and the tips of the coloured hairs. And, as I say, the back part of the eye, tough iridescent stuff it is, wouldn’t go at all.
 
@@ -60,11 +60,11 @@ For a space Griffin sat silent, and then he resumed abruptly:—
 
 “Then—Heaven knows why—I fell thinking of my father’s funeral again, and the dismal windy hillside, until the day had come. I found sleeping was hopeless, and, locking my door after me, wandered out into the morning streets.”
 
-“You don’t mean to say there’s an invisible cat at large!” said Kemp.
+“You don’t mean to say there’s an invisible cat at large!”\ said Kemp.
 
 “If it hasn’t been killed,” said the Invisible Man. “Why not?”
 
-“Why not?” said Kemp. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
+“Why not?”\ said Kemp. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
 
 “It’s very probably been killed,” said the Invisible Man. “It was alive four days after, I know, and down a grating in Great Tichfield Street; because I saw a crowd round the place, trying to see whence the miaowing came.”
 
@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ He was silent for the best part of a minute. Then he resumed abruptly:—
 
 “At the thought of the possibility of my work being exposed or interrupted at its very climax, I became angry and active. I hurried out with my three books of notes, my chequebook,—the tramp has them now,—and directed them from the nearest Post Office to a house of call for letters and parcels in Great Portland Street. I tried to go out noiselessly. Coming in, I found my landlord going quietly upstairs; he had heard the door close, I suppose. You would have laughed to see him jump aside on the landing as I came tearing after him. He glared at me as I went by him, and I made the house quiver with the slamming of my door. I heard him come shuffling up to my floor, hesitate, and go down. I set to work upon my preparations forthwith.
 
-“It was all done that evening and night. While I was still sitting under the sickly, drowsy influence of the drugs that decolourise blood, there came a repeated knocking at the door. It ceased, footsteps went away and returned, and the knocking was resumed. There was an attempt to push something under the door—a blue paper. Then in a fit of irritation I rose and went and flung the door wide open. ‘Now then?’ said I.
+“It was all done that evening and night. While I was still sitting under the sickly, drowsy influence of the drugs that decolourise blood, there came a repeated knocking at the door. It ceased, footsteps went away and returned, and the knocking was resumed. There was an attempt to push something under the door—a blue paper. Then in a fit of irritation I rose and went and flung the door wide open. ‘Now then?’\ said I.
 
 “It was my landlord, with a notice of ejectment or something. He held it out to me, saw something odd about my hands, I expect, and lifted his eyes to my face.
 
@@ -116,6 +116,6 @@ He was silent for the best part of a minute. Then he resumed abruptly:—
 
 “I went into one of the sitting-rooms and waited until they came down, still speculating and argumentative, all a little disappointed at finding no ‘horrors,’ and all a little puzzled how they stood with regard to me. Then I slipped up again with a box of matches, fired my heap of paper and rubbish, put the chairs and bedding thereby, led the gas to the affair, by means of an india-rubber tube, and waving a farewell to the room left it for the last time.”
 
-“You fired the house!” exclaimed Kemp.
+“You fired the house!”\ exclaimed Kemp.
 
 “Fired the house. It was the only way to cover my trail—and no doubt it was insured. I slipped the bolts of the front door quietly and went out into the street. I was invisible, and I was only just beginning to realise the extraordinary advantage my invisibility gave me. My head was already teeming with plans of all the wild and wonderful things I had now impunity to do.