diff --git a/The Invisible Man.tex b/The Invisible Man.tex index a413ce6..88a07c2 100644 --- a/The Invisible Man.tex +++ b/The Invisible Man.tex @@ -28,9 +28,9 @@ \include{content/chapter9} \include{content/chapter10} \include{content/chapter11} -%\include{content/chapter12} -%\include{content/chapter13} -%\include{content/chapter14} +\include{content/chapter12} +\include{content/chapter13} +\include{content/chapter14} %\include{content/chapter15} %\include{content/chapter16} %\include{content/chapter17} diff --git a/content/chapter12.tex b/content/chapter12.tex index c1f2653..a0b591d 100644 --- a/content/chapter12.tex +++ b/content/chapter12.tex @@ -10,31 +10,31 @@ \ChapterSubtitle{Loses His Temper} \end{ChapterStart} -\dropcap[lines=2]{I}\kern-6pt\textsc{t is unavoidable} that at this point the narrative should break off again, for a certain very painful reason that will presently be apparent. And while these things were going on in the parlour, and while Mr. Huxter was watching Mr. Marvel smoking his pipe against the gate, not a dozen yards away were Mr. Hall and Teddy Henfrey discussing in a state of cloudy puzzlement the one Iping topic. +\dropcap[lines=2]{I}\kern-6pt\textsc{t is unavoidable} that at this point the narrative should break off again, for a certain very painful reason that will presently be apparent. And while these things were going on in the parlour, and while Mr.\ Huxter was watching Mr.\ Marvel smoking his pipe against the gate, not a dozen yards away were Mr.\ Hall and Teddy Henfrey discussing in a state of cloudy puzzlement the one Iping topic. Suddenly there came a violent thud against the door of the parlour, a sharp cry, and then—silence. -“\emph{Hul}—lo!” said Teddy Henfrey. +“\emph{Hul}—lo!”\ said Teddy Henfrey. -“Hul—\emph{lo!}” from the Tap. +“Hul—\emph{lo!}”\ from the Tap. -Mr. Hall took things in slowly but surely. “That ain’t right,” he said, and came round from behind the bar towards the parlour door. +Mr.\ Hall took things in slowly but surely. “That ain’t right,” he said, and came round from behind the bar towards the parlour door. He and Teddy approached the door together, with intent faces. Their eyes considered. “Summat wrong,” said Hall, and Henfrey nodded agreement. Whiffs of an unpleasant chemical odour met them, and there was a muffled sound of conversation, very rapid and subdued. -“You all raight thur?” asked Hall, rapping. +“You all raight thur?”\ asked Hall, rapping. -The muttered conversation ceased abruptly, for a moment silence, then the conversation was resumed, in hissing whispers, then a sharp cry of “No! no, you don’t!” There came a sudden motion and the oversetting of a chair, a brief struggle. Silence again. +The muttered conversation ceased abruptly, for a moment silence, then the conversation was resumed, in hissing whispers, then a sharp cry of “No!\ no, you don’t!” There came a sudden motion and the oversetting of a chair, a brief struggle. Silence again. -“What the dooce?” exclaimed Henfrey, \emph{sotto voce}. +“What the dooce?”\ exclaimed Henfrey, \emph{sotto voce}. -“You—all—raight—thur?” asked Mr. Hall, sharply, again. +“You—all—raight—thur?”\ asked Mr.\ Hall, sharply, again. The Vicar’s voice answered with a curious jerking intonation: “Quite ri—ight. Please don’t—interrupt.” -“Odd!” said Mr. Henfrey. +“Odd!”\ said Mr.\ Henfrey. -“Odd!” said Mr. Hall. +“Odd!”\ said Mr.\ Hall. “Says, ‘Don’t interrupt,’\kern1pt” said Henfrey. @@ -42,65 +42,65 @@ The Vicar’s voice answered with a curious jerking intonation: “Quite ri—ig “And a sniff,” said Henfrey. -They remained listening. The conversation was rapid and subdued. “I \emph{can’t},” said Mr. Bunting, his voice rising; “I tell you, sir, I \emph{will} not.” +They remained listening. The conversation was rapid and subdued. “I \emph{can’t},” said Mr.\ Bunting, his voice rising; “I tell you, sir, I \emph{will} not.” -“What was that?” asked Henfrey. +“What was that?”\ asked Henfrey. {\addfontfeature{LetterSpace=-1.375}“Says he wi’ nart,” said Hall. “War n’t speakin’ to us, wuz he?”}\looseness=-1 -“Disgraceful!” said Mr. Bunting, within. +“Disgraceful!”\ said Mr. Bunting, within. -“\kern1pt‘Disgraceful,’\kern1pt” said Mr. Henfrey. “I heard it—\emph{distinct}. +“\kern1pt‘Disgraceful,’\kern1pt” said Mr.\ Henfrey. “I heard it—\emph{distinct}. -“Who’s that speaking now?” asked Henfrey. +“Who’s that speaking now?”\ asked Henfrey. -“Mr. Cuss, I s’pose,” said Hall. “Can you hear—anything?” +“Mr.\ Cuss, I s’pose,” said Hall. “Can you hear—anything?” Silence. The sounds within indistinct and perplexing. “Sounds like throwing the table-cloth about,” said Hall. -Mrs. Hall appeared behind the bar. Hall made gestures of silence and invitation. This roused Mrs. Hall’s wifely opposition. “What yer listenin’ there for, Hall?” she asked. “Ain’t you nothin’ better to do—busy day like this?” +Mrs.\ Hall appeared behind the bar. Hall made gestures of silence and invitation. This roused Mrs.\ Hall’s wifely opposition. “What yer listenin’ there for, Hall?”\ she asked. “Ain’t you nothin’ better to do—busy day like this?” -Hall tried to convey everything by grimaces and dumb show, but Mrs. Hall was obdurate. She raised her voice. So Hall and Henfrey, rather crestfallen, tiptoed back to the bar, gesticulating to explain to her. +Hall tried to convey everything by grimaces and dumb show, but Mrs.\ Hall was obdurate. She raised her voice. So Hall and Henfrey, rather crestfallen, tiptoed back to the bar, gesticulating to explain to her. At first she refused to see anything in what they had heard at all. Then she insisted on Hall keeping silence, while Henfrey told her his story. She was inclined to think the whole business nonsense—perhaps they were just moving the furniture about. “I heerd ’n say ‘disgraceful’; \emph{that} I did,” said Hall. “\emph{I} heerd that, Mis’ Hall,” said Henfrey. -“Like as not—” began Mrs. Hall. +“Like as not—” began Mrs.\ Hall. -“Hsh!” said Mr. Teddy Henfrey. “Didn’t I hear the window?” +“Hsh!”\ said Mr.\ Teddy Henfrey. “Didn’t I hear the window?” -“What window?” asked Mrs. Hall +“What window?”\ asked Mrs.\ Hall. “Parlour window,” said Henfrey. -Everyone stood listening intently. Mrs. Hall’s eyes, directed straight before her, saw without seeing the brilliant oblong of the inn door, the road white and vivid, and Huxter’s shop-front blistering in the June sun. Abruptly Huxter’s door opened and Huxter appeared, eyes staring with excitement, arms gesticulating. “\emph{Yap!}” cried Huxter. “Stop thief!” and he ran obliquely across the oblong towards the yard gates, and vanished. +Everyone stood listening intently. Mrs.\ Hall’s eyes, directed straight before her, saw without seeing the brilliant oblong of the inn door, the road white and vivid, and Huxter’s shop-front blistering in the June sun. Abruptly Huxter’s door opened and Huxter appeared, eyes staring with excitement, arms gesticulating. “\emph{Yap!}”\ cried Huxter. “Stop thief!”\ and he ran obliquely across the oblong towards the yard gates, and vanished. Simultaneously came a tumult from the parlour, and a sound of windows being closed. -Hall, Henfrey, and the human contents of the Tap rushed out at once pell-mell into the street. They saw some one whisk round the corner towards the down road, and Mr. Huxter executing a complicated leap in the air that ended on his face and shoulder. Down the street people were standing astonished or running towards them. +Hall, Henfrey, and the human contents of the Tap rushed out at once pell-mell into the street. They saw some one whisk round the corner towards the down road, and Mr.\ Huxter executing a complicated leap in the air that ended on his face and shoulder. Down the street people were standing astonished or running towards them. -Mr. Huxter was stunned. Henfrey stopped to discover this, but Hall and the two labourers from the Tap rushed at once to the comer, shouting incoherent things, and saw Mr. Marvel vanishing by the corner of the church wall. They appear to have jumped to the impossible conclusion that this was the Invisible Man suddenly become visible, and set off at once along the lane in pursuit. But Hall had hardly run a dozen yards before he gave a loud shout of astonishment and went flying headlong sideways, clutching one of the labourers and bringing him to the ground. He had been charged just as one charges a man at football. The second labourer came round in a circle, stared, and conceiving that Hall had tumbled over of his own accord, turned to resume the pursuit, only to be tripped by the ankle just as Huxter had been. Then, as the first labourer struggled to his feet, he was kicked sideways by a blow that might have felled an ox. +Mr.\ Huxter was stunned. Henfrey stopped to discover this, but Hall and the two labourers from the Tap rushed at once to the comer, shouting incoherent things, and saw Mr.\ Marvel vanishing by the corner of the church wall. They appear to have jumped to the impossible conclusion that this was the Invisible Man suddenly become visible, and set off at once along the lane in pursuit. But Hall had hardly run a dozen yards before he gave a loud shout of astonishment and went flying headlong sideways, clutching one of the labourers and bringing him to the ground. He had been charged just as one charges a man at football. The second labourer came round in a circle, stared, and conceiving that Hall had tumbled over of his own accord, turned to resume the pursuit, only to be tripped by the ankle just as Huxter had been. Then, as the first labourer struggled to his feet, he was kicked sideways by a blow that might have felled an ox. As he went down, the rush from the direction of the village green came round the corner. The first to appear was the proprietor of the cocoanut shy, a burly man in a blue jersey. He was astonished to see the lane empty save for three men sprawling absurdly on the ground. And then something happened to his rear-most foot, and he went headlong and rolled sideways just in time to graze the feet of his brother and partner, following headlong. The two were then kicked, knelt on, fallen over, and cursed by quite a number of over-hasty people. -Now when Hall and Henfrey and the labourers ran out of the house, Mrs. Hall, who had been disciplined by years of experience, remained in the bar next the till. And suddenly the parlour door was opened, and Mr. Cuss appeared, and without glancing at her rushed at once down the steps towards the corner. “Hold him!” he cried. “Don’t let him drop that parcel! You can see him so long as he holds the parcel.” He knew nothing of the existence of Marvel. For the Invisible Man had handed over the books and bundle in the yard. The face of Mr. Cuss was angry and resolute, but his costume was defective, a sort of limp white kilt that could only have passed muster in Greece. “Hold him!” he bawled. “He’s got my trousers! And every stitch of the Vicar’s clothes! +Now when Hall and Henfrey and the labourers ran out of the house, Mrs.\ Hall, who had been disciplined by years of experience, remained in the bar next the till. And suddenly the parlour door was opened, and Mr.\ Cuss appeared, and without glancing at her rushed at once down the steps towards the corner. “Hold him!” he cried. “Don’t let him drop that parcel! You can see him so long as he holds the parcel.” He knew nothing of the existence of Marvel. For the Invisible Man had handed over the books and bundle in the yard. The face of Mr.\ Cuss was angry and resolute, but his costume was defective, a sort of limp white kilt that could only have passed muster in Greece. “Hold him!”\ he bawled. “He’s got my trousers! And every stitch of the Vicar’s clothes! -“\kern1pt’Tend to him in a minute!” he cried to Henfrey as he passed the prostrate Huxter, and coming round the corner to join the tumult, was promptly knocked off his feet into an indecorous sprawl. Somebody in full flight trod heavily on his finger. He yelled, struggled to regain his feet, was knocked against and thrown on all fours again, and became aware that he was involved not in a capture, but a rout. Everyone was running back to the village. He rose again and was hit severely behind the ear. He staggered and set off back to the Coach and Horses forthwith, leaping over the deserted Huxter, who was now sitting up, on his way. +“\kern1pt’Tend to him in a minute!”\ he cried to Henfrey as he passed the prostrate Huxter, and coming round the corner to join the tumult, was promptly knocked off his feet into an indecorous sprawl. Somebody in full flight trod heavily on his finger. He yelled, struggled to regain his feet, was knocked against and thrown on all fours again, and became aware that he was involved not in a capture, but a rout. Everyone was running back to the village. He rose again and was hit severely behind the ear. He staggered and set off back to the Coach and Horses forthwith, leaping over the deserted Huxter, who was now sitting up, on his way. Behind him as he was halfway up the inn steps he heard a sudden yell of rage, rising sharply out of the confusion of cries, and a sounding smack in someone’s face. He recognised the voice as that of the Invisible Man, and the note was that of a man suddenly infuriated by a painful blow. -In another moment Mr. Cuss was back in the parlour. “He’s coming back, Bunting!” he said, rushing in. “Save yourself! He’s gone mad!” +In another moment Mr.\ Cuss was back in the parlour. “He’s coming back, Bunting!”\ he said, rushing in. “Save yourself! He’s gone mad!” -Mr. Bunting was standing in the window engaged in an attempt to clothe himself in the hearth-rug and a West Surrey Gazette. “Who’s coming?” he said, so startled that his costume narrowly escaped disintegration. +Mr.\ Bunting was standing in the window engaged in an attempt to clothe himself in the hearth-rug and a West Surrey Gazette. “Who’s coming?”\ he said, so startled that his costume narrowly escaped disintegration. “Invisible Man,” said Cuss, and rushed to the window. “We’d better clear out from here! He’s fighting mad! Mad!” In another moment he was out in the yard. -“Good heavens!” said Mr. Bunting, hesitating between two horrible alternatives. He heard a frightful struggle in the passage of the inn, and his decision was made. He clambered out of the window, adjusted his costume hastily, and fled up the village as fast as his fat little legs would carry him. +“Good heavens!”\ said Mr.\ Bunting, hesitating between two horrible alternatives. He heard a frightful struggle in the passage of the inn, and his decision was made. He clambered out of the window, adjusted his costume hastily, and fled up the village as fast as his fat little legs would carry him. From the moment when the Invisible Man screamed with rage and Mr. Bunting made his memorable flight up the village, it became impossible to give a consecutive account of affairs in Iping. Possibly the Invisible Man’s original intention was simply to cover Marvel’s retreat with the clothes and books. But his temper, at no time very good, seems to have gone completely at some chance blow, and forthwith he set to smiting and overthrowing, for the mere satisfaction of hurting. diff --git a/content/chapter13.tex b/content/chapter13.tex index 4bdab3b..ccdce15 100644 --- a/content/chapter13.tex +++ b/content/chapter13.tex @@ -14,25 +14,25 @@ “If you give me the slip again,” said the Voice; “if you attempt to give me the slip again—” -“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel. “That shoulder’s a mass of bruises as it is.” +“Lord!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “That shoulder’s a mass of bruises as it is.” “—on my honour,” said the Voice, “I will kill you.” “I didn’t try to give you the slip,” said Marvel, in a voice that was not far remote from tears. “I swear I didn’t. I didn’t know the blessed turning, that was all! How the devil was I to know the blessed turning? As it is, I’ve been knocked about—”\looseness=-1 -“You’ll get knocked about a great deal more if you don’t mind,” said the Voice, and Mr. Marvel abruptly became silent. He blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were eloquent of despair. +“You’ll get knocked about a great deal more if you don’t mind,” said the Voice, and Mr.\ Marvel abruptly became silent. He blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were eloquent of despair. “It’s bad enough to let these floundering yokels explode my little secret, without your cutting off with my books. It’s lucky for some of them they cut and ran when they did! Here am I— No one knew I was invisible! And now what am I to do?” -“What am \emph{I} to do?” asked Marvel, \emph{sotto voce}. +“What am \emph{I} to do?”\ asked Marvel, \emph{sotto voce}. “It’s all about. It will be in the papers! Everybody will be looking for me; everyone on their guard—” The Voice broke off into vivid curses and ceased. -The despair of Mr. Marvel’s face deepened, and his pace slacked. +The despair of Mr.\ Marvel’s face deepened, and his pace slacked. -“Go on!” said the Voice. +“Go on!”\ said the Voice. -Mr. Marvel’s face assumed a greyish tint between the ruddier patches. +Mr.\ Marvel’s face assumed a greyish tint between the ruddier patches. “Don’t drop those books, stupid,” said the Voice, sharply—\linebreak{} overtaking him. @@ -66,17 +66,17 @@ Mr. Marvel’s face assumed a greyish tint between the ruddier patches. “It ain’t justice,” he said; “you must admit—It seems to me I’ve a perfect right—” -“\emph{Get on!}” said the Voice. +“\emph{Get on!}”\ said the Voice. Mr. Marvel mended his pace, and for a time they went in silence again. -“It’s devilish hard,” said Mr. Marvel. +“It’s devilish hard,” said Mr.\ Marvel. This was quite ineffectual. He tried another tack. -“What do I make by it?” he began again in a tone of unendurable wrong. +“What do I make by it?”\ he began again in a tone of unendurable wrong. -“Oh! \emph{shut up!}” said the Voice, with sudden amazing vigour. “I’ll see to you all right. You do what you’re told. You’ll do it all right. You’re a fool and all that, but you’ll do—” +“Oh!\ \emph{shut up!}”\ said the Voice, with sudden amazing vigour. “I’ll see to you all right. You do what you’re told. You’ll do it all right. You’re a fool and all that, but you’ll do—” “I tell you, sir, I’m not the man for it. Respectfully—but it is so—” @@ -84,6 +84,6 @@ This was quite ineffectual. He tried another tack. Presently two oblongs of yellow light appeared through the trees, and the square tower of a church loomed through the gloaming. “I shall keep my hand on your shoulder,” said the Voice, “all through the village. Go straight through and try no foolery. It will be the worse for you if you do.” -“I know that,” sighed Mr. Marvel, “I know all that.” +“I know that,” sighed Mr.\ Marvel, “I know all that.” The unhappy-looking figure in the obsolete silk hat passed up the street of the little village with his burdens, and vanished into the gathering darkness beyond the lights of the windows. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/chapter14.tex b/content/chapter14.tex index ee6ca57..498e1fb 100644 --- a/content/chapter14.tex +++ b/content/chapter14.tex @@ -8,29 +8,29 @@ \ChapterSubtitle{At Port Stowe} \end{ChapterStart} -\dropcap[lines=2]{T}\kern-3pt\textsc{en o’clock} the next morning found Mr. Marvel, unshaven, dirty, and travel-stained, sitting with the books beside him and his hands deep in his pockets, looking very weary, nervous, and uncomfortable, and inflating his cheeks at frequent intervals, on the bench outside a little inn on the outskirts of Port Stowe. Beside him were the books, but now they were tied with string. The bundle had been abandoned in the pinewoods beyond Bramblehurst, in accordance with a change in the plans of the Invisible Man. Mr. Marvel sat on the bench, and although no one took the slightest notice of him, his agitation remained at fever heat. His hands would go ever and again to his various pockets with a curious nervous fumbling. +\dropcap[lines=2]{T}\kern-3pt\textsc{en o’clock} the next morning found Mr.\ Marvel, unshaven, dirty, and travel-stained, sitting with the books beside him and his hands deep in his pockets, looking very weary, nervous, and uncomfortable, and inflating his cheeks at frequent intervals, on the bench outside a little inn on the outskirts of Port Stowe. Beside him were the books, but now they were tied with string. The bundle had been abandoned in the pinewoods beyond Bramblehurst, in accordance with a change in the plans of the Invisible Man. Mr.\ Marvel sat on the bench, and although no one took the slightest notice of him, his agitation remained at fever heat. His hands would go ever and again to his various pockets with a curious nervous fumbling. When he had been sitting for the best part of an hour, however, an elderly mariner, carrying a newspaper, came out of the inn and sat down beside him. “Pleasant day,” said the mariner. -Mr. Marvel glanced about him with something very like terror. “Very,” he said. +Mr.\ Marvel glanced about him with something very like terror. “Very,” he said. “Just seasonable weather for the time of year,” said the mariner, taking no denial. -“Quite,” said Mr. Marvel. +“Quite,” said Mr.\ Marvel. -The mariner produced a toothpick, and (saving his regard) was engrossed thereby for some minutes. His eyes meanwhile were at liberty to examine Mr. Marvel’s dusty figure, and the books beside him. As he had approached Mr. Marvel he had heard a sound like the dropping of coins into a pocket. He was struck by the contrast of Mr. Marvel’s appearance with this suggestion of opulence. Thence his mind wandered back again to a topic that had taken a curiously firm hold of his imagination. +The mariner produced a toothpick, and (saving his regard) was engrossed thereby for some minutes. His eyes meanwhile were at liberty to examine Mr.\ Marvel’s dusty figure, and the books beside him. As he had approached Mr.\ Marvel he had heard a sound like the dropping of coins into a pocket. He was struck by the contrast of Mr.\ Marvel’s appearance with this suggestion of opulence. Thence his mind wandered back again to a topic that had taken a curiously firm hold of his imagination. -“Books?” he said suddenly, noisily finishing with the toothpick. +“Books?”\ he said suddenly, noisily finishing with the toothpick. -Mr. Marvel started and looked at them. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Yes, they’re books.” +Mr.\ Marvel started and looked at them. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Yes, they’re books.” “There’s some ex-traordinary things in books,” said the mariner. -“I believe you,” said Mr. Marvel. +“I believe you,” said Mr.\ Marvel. “And some extra-ordinary things out of ’em,” said the mariner. -“True likewise,” said Mr. Marvel. He eyed his interlocutor, and then glanced about him. +“True likewise,” said Mr.\ Marvel. He eyed his interlocutor, and then glanced about him. “There’s some extraordinary things in newspapers, for example,” said the mariner. @@ -38,19 +38,19 @@ Mr. Marvel started and looked at them. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Yes, they’re “In \emph{this} newspaper,” said the mariner. -“Ah!” said Mr. Marvel. +“Ah!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. -“There’s a story,” said the mariner, fixing Mr. Marvel with an eye that was firm and deliberate; “there’s a story about an Invisible Man, for instance.” +“There’s a story,” said the mariner, fixing Mr.\ Marvel with an eye that was firm and deliberate; “there’s a story about an Invisible Man, for instance.” -Mr. Marvel pulled his mouth askew and scratched his cheek and felt his ears glowing. “What will they be writing next?” he asked faintly! “Ostria, or America?” +Mr.\ Marvel pulled his mouth askew and scratched his cheek and felt his ears glowing. “What will they be writing next?”\ he asked faintly. “Ostria, or America?” “Neither,” said the mariner. “\emph{Here!}” -“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel, starting. +“Lord!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel, starting. -“When I say \emph{here},” said the mariner, to Mr. Marvel’s intense relief, “I don’t of course mean here in this place, I mean hereabouts.” +“When I say \emph{here},” said the mariner, to Mr.\ Marvel’s intense relief, “I don’t of course mean here in this place, I mean hereabouts.” -“An Invisible Man!” said Mr. Marvel. “And what’s \emph{he} been up to?” +“An Invisible Man!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “And what’s \emph{he} been up to?” “Everything,” said the mariner, controlling Marvel with his eye, and then amplifying: “Every Blessed Thing.” @@ -58,33 +58,33 @@ Mr. Marvel pulled his mouth askew and scratched his cheek and felt his ears glow “Iping’s the place he started at,” said the mariner. -“In-\emph{deed!}” said Mr. Marvel. +“In-\emph{deed!}”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “He started there. And where he came from, nobody don’t seem to know. Here it is: Pe Culiar Story from Iping. And it says in this paper that the evidence is extraordinary strong—extra-ordinary.” -“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel. +“Lord!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. “But then, it’s a extra-ordinary story. There is a clergyman and a medical gent witnesses,—saw ’im all right and proper—or leastways, didn’t see ’im. He was staying, it says, at the Coach an’ Horses, and no one don’t seem to have been aware of his misfortune, it says, aware of his misfortune, until in an Alteration in the inn, it says, his bandages on his head was torn off. It was then ob-served that his head was invisible. Attempts were At Once made to secure him, but casting off his garments it says, he succeeded in escaping, but not until after a desperate struggle, In Which he had inflicted serious injuries, it says, on our worthy and able constable, Mr.\ J.\ A.\ Jaffers. Pretty straight story, eigh? Names and everything.” -“Lord!” said Mr. Marvel, looking nervously about him, trying to count the money in his pockets by his unaided sense of touch, and full of a strange and novel idea. “It sounds most astonishing.” +“Lord!”\ said Mr.\ Marvel, looking nervously about him, trying to count the money in his pockets by his unaided sense of touch, and full of a strange and novel idea. “It sounds most astonishing.” “Don’t it? Extra-ordinary, \emph{I} call it. Never heard tell of Invisible Men before, I haven’t, but nowadays one hears such a lot of extraordinary things—that—” -“That all he did?” asked Marvel, trying to seem at his ease. +“That all he did?”\ asked Marvel, trying to seem at his ease. -“It’s enough, ain’t it?” said the Mariner. +“It’s enough, ain’t it?”\ said the Mariner. -“Didn’t go Back by any chance?” asked Marvel. “Just escaped and that’s all, eh?” +“Didn’t go Back by any chance?”\ asked Marvel. “Just escaped and that’s all, eh?” -“All!” said the Mariner. “Why!—ain’t it enough?” +“All!”\ said the Mariner. “Why!—ain’t it enough?” “Quite enough,” said Marvel. “I should think it was enough,” said the Mariner. “I should think it was enough.” -“He didn’t have any pals—it don’t say he had any pals, does it?” asked Mr. Marvel, anxious. +“He didn’t have any pals—it don’t say he had any pals, does it?”\ asked Mr.\ Marvel, anxious. -“Ain’t one of a sort enough for you?” asked the Mariner. “No, thank Heaven, as one might say, he didn’t.” +“Ain’t one of a sort enough for you?”\ asked the Mariner. “No, thank Heaven, as one might say, he didn’t.” He nodded his head slowly. “It makes me regular uncomfortable, the bare thought of that chap running about the country! He is at present At Large, and from certain evidence it is supposed that he has—taken—\emph{took}, I suppose they mean—the road to Port Stowe. You see we’re right \emph{in} it! None of your American wonders, this time. And just think of the things he might do! Where’d you be, if he took a drop over and above, and had a fancy to go for you? Suppose he wants to rob—who can prevent him? He can trespass, he can burgle, he could walk through a cordon of policemen as easy as me or you could give the slip to a blind man! Easier! For these here blind chaps hear uncommon sharp, I’m told. And whereever there was liquor he fancied—” @@ -92,27 +92,27 @@ He nodded his head slowly. “It makes me regular uncomfortable, the bare though “You’re right,” said the Mariner. “He \emph{has}.” -All this time Mr. Marvel had been glancing about him intently, listening for faint footfalls, trying to detect imperceptible movements. He seemed on the point of some great resolution. He coughed behind his hand. +All this time Mr.\ Marvel had been glancing about him intently, listening for faint footfalls, trying to detect imperceptible movements. He seemed on the point of some great resolution. He coughed behind his hand. He looked about him again, listened, bent towards the Mariner, and lowered his voice: “The fact of it is—I happen—to know just a thing or two about this Invisible Man. From private sources.” -“Oh!” said the Mariner, interested. “\emph{You?}” +“Oh!”\ said the Mariner, interested. “\emph{You?}” -“Yes,” said Mr. Marvel. “Me.” +“Yes,” said Mr.\ Marvel. “Me.” -“Indeed!” said the Mariner. “And may I ask—” +“Indeed!”\ said the Mariner. “And may I ask—” -“You’ll be astonished,” said Mr. Marvel behind his hand. “It’s tremenjous.” +“You’ll be astonished,” said Mr.\ Marvel behind his hand. “It’s tremenjous.” -“Indeed!” said the Mariner. +“Indeed!”\ said the Mariner. -“The fact is,” began Mr. Marvel eagerly in a confidential undertone. Suddenly his expression changed marvellously. “Ow!” he said. He rose stiffly in his seat. His face was eloquent of physical suffering. “Wow!” he said. +“The fact is,” began Mr.\ Marvel eagerly in a confidential undertone. Suddenly his expression changed marvellously. “Ow!”\ he said. He rose stiffly in his seat. His face was eloquent of physical suffering. “Wow!” he said. -“What’s up?” said the Mariner, concerned. +“What’s up?”\ said the Mariner, concerned. -“Toothache,” said Mr. Marvel, and put his hand to his ear. He caught hold of his books. “I must be getting on, I think,” he said. He edged in a curious way along the seat away from his interlocutor. “But you was just agoing to tell me about this here Invisible Man!”\ protested the Mariner. Mr.\ Marvel seemed to consult with himself. “Hoax,” said a voice. “It’s a hoax,” said Mr. Marvel. +“Toothache,” said Mr.\ Marvel, and put his hand to his ear. He caught hold of his books. “I must be getting on, I think,” he said. He edged in a curious way along the seat away from his interlocutor. “But you was just agoing to tell me about this here Invisible Man!”\ protested the Mariner. Mr.\ Marvel seemed to consult with himself. “Hoax,” said a voice. “It’s a hoax,” said Mr.\ Marvel. “But it’s in the paper,” said the Mariner. @@ -128,17 +128,17 @@ The Mariner stared, paper in hand. Mr.\ Marvel jerkily faced about. “Wait a bi “Then why did you let me go on and tell you all this blarsted stuff, then? What d’yer mean by letting a man make a fool of himself like that for? Eigh?” -Mr. Marvel blew out his cheeks. The Mariner was suddenly very red indeed; he clenched his hands. “I been talking here this ten minutes,” he said; “and you, you little pot-bellied, leathery-faced son of an old boot, couldn’t have the elementary manners—” +Mr.\ Marvel blew out his cheeks. The Mariner was suddenly very red indeed; he clenched his hands. “I been talking here this ten minutes,” he said; “and you, you little pot-bellied, leathery-faced son of an old boot, couldn’t have the elementary manners—” -“Don’t you come bandying words with \emph{me},” said Mr. Marvel. +“Don’t you come bandying words with \emph{me},” said Mr.\ Marvel. “Bandying words! I’m a jolly good mind—” -“Come up,” said a voice, and Mr. Marvel was suddenly whirled about and started marching off in a curious spasmodic manner. “You’d better move on,” said the Mariner. “\emph{Who’s} moving on?” said Mr.\ Marvel. He was receding obliquely with a curious hurrying gait, with occasional violent jerks forward. Some way along the road he began a muttered monologue, protests and recriminations. +“Come up,” said a voice, and Mr.\ Marvel was suddenly whirled about and started marching off in a curious spasmodic manner. “You’d better move on,” said the Mariner. “\emph{Who’s} moving on?”\ said Mr.\ Marvel. He was receding obliquely with a curious hurrying gait, with occasional violent jerks forward. Some way along the road he began a muttered monologue, protests and recriminations. “Silly devil!”\ said the Mariner, legs wide apart, elbows akimbo, watching the receding figure. “I’ll show you, you silly ass,—hoaxing \emph{me!} It’s here—on the paper!” -Mr. Marvel retorted incoherently and, receding, was hidden by a bend in the road, but the Mariner still stood magnificent in the midst of the way, until the approach of a butcher’s cart dislodged him. Then he turned himself towards Port Stowe. “Full of extra-ordinary asses,” he said softly to himself. “Just to take me down a bit—that was his silly game— It’s on the paper!” +Mr.\ Marvel retorted incoherently and, receding, was hidden by a bend in the road, but the Mariner still stood magnificent in the midst of the way, until the approach of a butcher’s cart dislodged him. Then he turned himself towards Port Stowe. “Full of extra-ordinary asses,” he said softly to himself. “Just to take me down a bit—that was his silly game— It’s on the paper!” And there was another extraordinary thing he was presently to hear, that had happened quite close to him. And that was a vision of a “fist full of money” (no less) travelling without visible agency, along by the wall at the corner of St.\ Michael’s Lane. A brother mariner had seen this wonderful sight that very morning. He had snatched at the money forthwith and had been knocked headlong, and when he had got to his feet the butterfly money had vanished. Our mariner was in the mood to believe anything, he declared, but that was a bit \emph{too} stiff. Afterwards, however, he began to think things over.