The Invisible Man (1897) by H. G. Wells(1840-1928)
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THE INVISIBLE MAN by H.G. Wells
Chapter 1 The Strange Man's Arrival Chapter 2 Mr. Teddy Henfrey's First Impressions Chapter 3 The Thousand and One Bottles Chapter 4 Mr. Cuss Interviews the Stranger Chapter 5 The Burglary at the Vicarage Chapter 6 The Furniture That Went Mad Chapter 7 The Unveiling of the Stranger Chapter 8 In Transit Chapter 9 Mr. Thomas Marvel Chapter 10 Mr. Marvel's Visit to Iping Chapter 11 In the Coach and Horses Chapter 12 The Invisible Man Loses His Temper Chapter 13 Mr. Marvel Discusses His
Resignation Chapter 14 At Port Stowe Chapter 15 The Man Who Was Running Chapter 16 In the Jolly Cricketers Chapter 17 Doctor Kemp's Visitor Chapter 18 The Invisible Man Sleeps Chapter 19 Certain First Principles Chapter 20 At the House in Great Portland Street Chapter 21 In Oxford Street Chapter 22 In the Emporium Chapter 23 In Drury Lane Chapter 24 The Plan That Failed Chapter 25 The Hunting of the Invisible Man Chapter 26 The Wicksteed Murder Chapter 27 The Siege of Kemp's House Chapter 28 The Hunter Hunted The Epilogue
Chapter 1 The Strange Man's Arrival
The stranger came early in February one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn. Mrs. Hall lit the fire and left him there while she went to prepare him a meal with her own hands. A guest to stop at Iping in the winter-time was an unheard-of piece of luck, let alone a guest who was no "haggler," and she was resolved to show herself worthy of her good fortune. As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie, her lymphatic aid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost clat. Although
the fire was burning up briskly, she was surprised to see that her visitor still wore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling snow in the yard. His gloved hands were clasped behind him, and he seemed to be lost in thought. She noticed that the melted snow that still sprinkled his shoulders dripped upon her carpet. "Can I take your hat and coat, sir," she said, "and give them a good dry in the kitchen?" "No," he said without turning. She was not sure she had heard him, and was about to repeat her question. He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder. "I prefer to keep them on," he said with emphasis, and she noticed that he wore big blue spectacles with side-lights and had a bushy side-whisker over his coat-collar that completely hid his face. "Very well, sir," she said. "As you like. In a bit the room will be warmer." He made no answer and had turned his face away from her again; and Mrs. Hall, feeling that her conversational advances were ill- timed, laid the rest of the table things in a quick staccato and whisked...