Bunting, fiercely, and then stooped amazed. Apparently the room was perfectly empty. Yet their conviction that they had, that very moment, heard somebody moving in the room had amounted to a certainty. For half a minute, perhaps, they stood gaping, then Mrs. Bunting went across the room and looked behind the screen, while Mr. Bunting, by a kindred impulse, peered under the desk. Bunting turned back the window-curtains, and Mr. Bunting looked up the chimney and probed it with the poker.
Bunting scrutinised the waste-paper basket and Mr. Bunting opened the lid of the coal-scuttle. Then they came to a stop and stood with eyes interrogating each other. Einbrecher, Dieb, Einschleicher, Fassadenkletterer, Eindringling. Wells 29 There was a violent sneeze in the passage. They rushed out, and as they did so the kitchen door slammed. Bunting, and led the way.
They both heard a sound of bolts being hastily shot back. He is certain that nothing went out of the door. It opened, stood open for a moment, and then closed with a slam. As it did so, the candle Mrs. Bunting was carrying from the study flickered and flared. It was a minute or more before they entered the kitchen. The place was empty. They refastened the back door, examined the kitchen, pantry, and scullery thoroughly, and at last went down into the cellar. There was not a soul to be found in the house, search as they would. Daylight found the vicar and his wife, a quaintly-costumed little couple, still marvelling about on their own ground floor by the unnecessary light of a guttering candle.
Kerze, Licht, Wachskerze, Wachslicht. Dachkanal, Dachrinne, Furche, Rinne. Minute, winzig, die Minute. Hall both rose and went noiselessly down into the cellar. Their business there was of a private nature, and had something to do with the specific gravity of their beer. They had hardly entered the cellar when Mrs. Hall found she had forgotten to bring down a bottle of sarsaparilla from their joint-room. As she was the expert and principal operator in this affair, Hall very properly went upstairs for it.
On the landing he was surprised to see that the stranger's door was ajar. He went on into his own room and found the bottle as he had been directed. But returning with the bottle, he noticed that the bolts of the front door had been shot back, that the door was in fact simply on the latch. And with a flash of inspiration he connected this with the stranger's room upstairs and the suggestions of Mr. He distinctly remembered holding the candle while Mrs.
Hall shot these bolts overnight. At the sight he stopped, gaping, then with the bottle still in his hand went upstairs again. He rapped at the stranger's door. There was no answer. He rapped again; then pushed the door wide open and entered. Inspiration, Eingebung, Enthusiasmus, Begeisterung. Wells 31 It was as he expected. The bed, the room also, was empty. And what was stranger, even to his heavy intelligence, on the bedroom chair and along the rail of the bed were scattered the garments, the only garments so far as he knew, and the bandages of their guest.
His big slouch hat even was cocked jauntily over the bed-post. You gart whad a wand? And the front door's onbolted. Hall did not understand, and as soon as she did she resolved to see the empty room for herself. Hall, still holding the bottle, went first. And what's 'e doin' 'ithout 'is close, then? Hall passed her husband in the passage and ran on first upstairs.
Someone sneezed on the staircase. Hall, following six steps behind, thought that he heard her sneeze. She, going on first, was under the impression that Hall was sneezing. She flung open the door and stood regarding the room. She heard a sniff close behind her head as it seemed, and turning, was surprised to see Hall a dozen feet off on the topmost stair.
But in another moment he was beside her. She bent forward and put her hand on the pillow and then under the clothes. The bed-clothes gathered themselves together, leapt up suddenly into a sort of peak, and then German ascertained: Kopfkissen, Kissen, Polster, das Kissen. It was exactly as if a hand had clutched them in the centre and flung them aside. Immediately after, the stranger's hat hopped off the bed-post, described a whirling flight in the air through the better part of a circle, and then dashed straight at Mrs.
Then as swiftly came the sponge from the washstand; and then the chair, flinging the stranger's coat and trousers carelessly aside, and laughing drily in a voice singularly like the stranger's, turned itself up with its four legs at Mrs. Hall, seemed to take aim at her for a moment, and charged at her.
She screamed and turned, and then the chair legs came gently but firmly against her back and impelled her and Hall out of the room. The door slammed violently and was locked. The chair and bed seemed to be executing a dance of triumph for a moment, and then abruptly everything was still. Hall was left almost in a fainting condition in Mr. Hall's arms on the landing. It was with the greatest difficulty that Mr. Hall and Millie, who had been roused by her scream of alarm, succeeded in getting her downstairs, and applying the restoratives customary in such cases.
I've read in papers of en. Tables and chairs leaping and dancing I half guessed-I might ha' known. With them goggling eyes and bandaged head, and never going to church of a Sunday. And all they bottles--more'n it's right for any one to have. He's put the sperits into the furniture My good old furniture! To think it should rise up against me now! Sandy Wadgers, the blacksmith. Hall's compliments and the furniture upstairs was behaving most extraordinary.
He was a knowing man, was Mr. Wadgers, and very resourceful. Schwamm, der Schwamm, abwischen, schmarotzen. They wanted him to lead the way upstairs to the room, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry. He preferred to talk in the passage. Over the way Huxter's apprentice came out and began taking down the shutters of the tobacco window. He was called over to join the discussion. Huxter naturally followed over in the course of a few minutes.
The Anglo-Saxon genius for parliamentary government asserted itself; there was a great deal of talk and no decisive action. A door onbust is always open to bustin', but ye can't onbust a door once you've busted en. He came down stiffly and slowly, staring all the time; he walked across the passage staring, then stopped. Then he entered the parlour, and suddenly, swiftly, viciously, slammed the door in their faces.
Not a word was spoken until the last echoes of the slam had died away. They stared at one another. Wadgers, and left the alternative unsaid. At last he rapped, opened the door, and got as far as, "Excuse me--" "Go to the devil! All that time he must have fasted. Thrice he rang his bell, the third time furiously and continuously, but no one answered him. Presently came an imperfect rumour of the burglary at the vicarage, and two and two were put together.
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Hall, assisted by Wadgers, went off to find Mr. Shuckleforth, the magistrate, and take his advice. No one ventured upstairs. How the stranger occupied himself is unknown. Now and then he would stride violently up and down, and twice came an outburst of curses, a tearing of paper, and a violent smashing of bottles. The little group of scared but curious people increased. Huxter came over; some gay young fellows resplendent in black ready-made jackets and pique paper ties--for it was Whit Monday--joined the group with confused interrogations.
Young Archie Harker distinguished himself by going up the yard and trying to peep under the window-blinds. He could see nothing, but gave reason for supposing that he did, and others of the Iping youth presently joined him. Wells 35 It was the finest of all possible Whit Mondays, and down the village street stood a row of nearly a dozen booths, a shooting gallery, and on the grass by the forge were three yellow and chocolate wagons and some picturesque strangers of both sexes putting up a cocoanut shy.
The gentlemen wore blue jerseys, the ladies white aprons and quite fashionable hats with heavy plumes. Woodyer, of the "Purple Fawn," and Mr. Jaggers, the cobbler, who also sold old second-hand ordinary bicycles, were stretching a string of union-jacks and royal ensigns which had originally celebrated the first Victorian Jubilee across the road.
In the corner by the fireplace lay the fragments of half a dozen smashed bottles, and a pungent twang of chlorine tainted the air. So much we know from what was heard at the time and from what was subsequently seen in the room. About noon he suddenly opened his parlour door and stood glaring fixedly at the three or four people in the bar. Somebody went sheepishly and called for Mrs. Hall appeared after an interval, a little short of breath, but all the fiercer for that. Hall was still out.
She had deliberated over this scene, and she came holding a little tray with an unsettled bill upon it. Why haven't you prepared my meals and answered my bell? Do you think I live without eating? You can't grumble if your breakfast waits a bit, if my bill's been waiting these five days, can you? The stranger stood looking more like an angry diving-helmet than ever. It was universally felt in the bar that Mrs. Hall had the better of him. His next words showed as much.
That seemed to annoy the stranger very much. He stamped his foot. I want to know what you been doing t'my chair upstairs, and I want to know how 'tis your room was empty, and how you got in again. Them as stops in this house comes in by the doors-that's the rule of the house, and that you didn't do, and what I want to know is how you did come in.
And I want to know--" German angry: Silber, silbern, versilbern, silbrig, das Silber. Wunder, Verwunderung, staunen, sich wundern, sich fragen, erstaunen, verwundern, Aufsehen. Wells 37 Suddenly the stranger raised his gloved hands clenched, stamped his foot, and said, "Stop! The centre of his face became a black cavity. He stepped forward and handed Mrs. Hall something which she, staring at his metamorphosed face, accepted automatically. Then, when she saw what it was, she screamed loudly, dropped it, and staggered back. The nose--it was the stranger's nose! Then he removed his spectacles, and everyone in the bar gasped.
He took off his hat, and with a violent gesture tore at his whiskers and bandages. For a moment they resisted him. A flash of horrible anticipation passed through the bar. Then off they came. It was worse than anything. Hall, standing open-mouthed and horrorstruck, shrieked at what she saw, and made for the door of the house. Everyone began to move. They were prepared for scars, disfigurements, tangible horrors, but nothing! The bandages and false hair flew across the passage into the bar, making a hobbledehoy jump to avoid them. Everyone tumbled on everyone else down the steps.
For the man who stood there shouting some incoherent explanation, was a solid gesticulating figure up to the coat-collar of him, and then--nothingness, no visible thing at all! People down the village heard shouts and shrieks, and looking up the street saw the "Coach and Horses" violently firing out its humanity. Hall fall down and Mr. Teddy Henfrey jump to avoid tumbling over her, and then they heard the frightful screams of Millie, who, emerging suddenly from the kitchen at the noise of the tumult, had come upon the headless stranger from behind.
Forthwith everyone all down the street, the sweet stuff seller, cocoanut shy proprietor and his assistant, the swing man, little boys and girls, rustic dandies, smart wenches, smocked elders and aproned gipsies--began running towards the German clenched: Everyone seemed eager to talk at once, and the result was Babel.
A small group supported Mrs. Hall, who was picked up in a state of collapse. There was a conference, and the incredible evidence of a vociferous eye-witness. I don't mean no manner of speaking. I mean marn 'ithout a 'ed! I saw her skirts whisk, and he went after her. Didn't take ten seconds. Back he comes with a knife in uz hand and a loaf; stood just as if he was staring. Not a moment ago. Went in that there door. I tell 'e, 'e ain't gart no 'ed at all. You just missed en--" There was a disturbance behind, and the speaker stopped to step aside for a little procession that was marching very resolutely towards the house; first Mr.
Hall, very red and determined, then Mr. Bobby Jaffers, the village constable, and then the wary Mr. They had come now armed with a warrant. People shouted conflicting information of the recent circumstances. Hall marched up the steps, marched straight to the door of the parlour and flung it open. Hall next, Wadgers last.
They saw in the dim light the headless figure facing them, with a gnawed crust of bread in one gloved hand and a chunk of cheese in the other. Wells 39 "You're a damned rum customer, mister," said Mr. Hall just grasped the knife on the table in time to save it. Off came the stranger's left glove and was slapped in Jaffers' face. In another moment Jaffers, cutting short some statement concerning a warrant, had gripped him by the handless wrist and caught his invisible throat.
He got a sounding kick on the shin that made him shout, but he kept his grip. Hall sent the knife sliding along the table to Wadgers, who acted as goal-keeper for the offensive, so to speak, and then stepped forward as Jaffers and the stranger swayed and staggered towards him, clutching and hitting in. A chair stood in the way, and went aside with a crash as they came down together. Hall, endeavouring to act on instructions, received a sounding kick in the ribs that disposed of him for a moment, and Mr.
Wadgers, seeing the decapitated stranger had rolled over and got the upper side of Jaffers, retreated towards the door, knife in hand, and so collided with Mr. Huxter and the Sidderbridge carter coming to the rescue of law and order. At the same moment down came three or four bottles from the chiffonnier and shot a web of pungency into the air of the room. It was the strangest thing in the world to hear that voice coming as if out of empty space, but the Sussex peasants are perhaps the most matter-of-fact people under the sun.
Jaffers got up also and produced a pair of handcuffs. Handgelenk, das Handgelenk, Handwurzel, Puls. Can't use 'em as I can see. Then he said something about his shin, and stooped down. He seemed to be fumbling with his shoes and socks. It's just empty clothes. You can see down his collar and the linings of his clothes. I could put my arm--" He extended his hand; it seemed to meet something in mid-air, and he drew it back with a sharp exclamation. It's a confounded nuisance, but I am. That's no reason why I should be poked to pieces by every stupid bumpkin in Iping, is it?
Several other of the men folks had now entered the room, so that it was closely crowded. What I'm after ain't no invisibility,--it's burglary. There's a house been broke into and money took. Wells 41 "Well," said the stranger, "I'll come. Abruptly the figure sat down, and before any one could realise what was being done, the slippers, socks, and trousers had been kicked off under the table. Then he sprang up again and flung off his coat. He gripped at the waistcoat; it struggled, and the shirt slipped out of it and left it limply and empty in his hand.
The shirt-sleeve planted a shrewd blow in Hall's face that stopped his openarmed advance, and sent him backward into old Toothsome the sexton, and in another moment the garment was lifted up and became convulsed and vacantly flapping about the arms, even as a shirt that is being thrust over a man's head. Jaffers clutched at it, and only helped to pull it off; he was struck in the mouth out of the air, and incontinently threw his truncheon and smote Teddy Henfrey savagely upon the crown of his head.
Don't let him loose! Everybody, it seemed, was being hit all at once, and Sandy Wadgers, knowing as ever and his wits sharpened by a frightful blow in the nose, reopened the door and led the rout. The others, following incontinently, were jammed for a moment in the corner by the doorway. Phipps, the Unitarian, had a front tooth broken, and Henfrey was injured in the cartilage of his ear. Jaffers was struck under the jaw, and, turning, caught at something that intervened between him and Huxter in the melee, and prevented their coming together.
He felt a muscular chest, and in German cartilage: Jaffers cried in a strangled voice--holding tight, nevertheless, and making play with his knee--spun around, and fell heavily undermost with his head on the gravel. Only then did his fingers relax. There were excited cries of "Hold him! Half-way across the road a woman screamed as something pushed by her; a dog, kicked apparently, yelped and ran howling into Huxter's yard, and with that the transit of the Invisible Man was accomplished.
For a space people stood amazed and gesticulating, and then came panic, and scattered them abroad through the village as a gust scatters dead leaves. But Jaffers lay quite still, face upward and knees bent, at the foot of the steps of the inn. Wells 43 CHAPTER VIII IN TRANSIT The eighth chapter is exceedingly brief, and relates that Gibbons, the amateur naturalist of the district, while lying out on the spacious open downs without a soul within a couple of miles of him, as he thought, and almost dozing, heard close to him the sound as of a man coughing, sneezing, and then swearing savagely to himself; and looking, beheld nothing.
Yet the voice was indisputable. It continued to swear with that breadth and variety that distinguishes the swearing of a cultivated man. It grew to a climax, diminished again, and died away in the distance, going as it seemed to him in the direction of Adderdean. It lifted to a spasmodic sneeze and ended. Gibbons had heard nothing of the morning's occurrences, but the phenomenon was so striking and disturbing that his philosophical tranquillity vanished; he got up hastily, and hurried down the steepness of the hill towards the village, as fast as he could go.
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. 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. 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 German accentuated: Rasen, Torf, Torfmoor, Torfboden. Wells 45 pairs were exceedingly ugly to see. He was not at all startled by a voice behind him. 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!
But none so owdacious ugly--if you'll allow the expression. I've been cadging boots--in particular--for days. Because I was sick of them. They're sound enough, of course. But a gentleman on tramp sees such a thundering lot of his boots. And if you'll believe me, I've raised nothing in the whole blessed country, try as I would, but them.
And a good country for boots, too, in a general way. But it's just my promiscuous luck. I've got my boots in this country ten years or more. And then they treat you like this. He was irradiated by the dawn of a great amazement. 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. Was I talking to myself? What the--" "Don't be alarmed," said a Voice. Thomas Marvel, rising sharply to his feet.
Tier, Biest, Bestie, Vieh, Getier. Wunder, staunen, Wunderding, sich wundern, erstaunen. Lemme get my mark on yer Thomas Marvel, after an interval. Thomas Marvel stood bootless and amazed, his jacket nearly thrown off. Thomas Marvel, shuffling his coat on to his shoulders again.
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I might ha' known. Marvel, and his face grew white amidst its patches. He remained staring about him, rotating slowly backwards. 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.
It's fretting about them blarsted boots. I'm off my blessed blooming chump. Thomas Marvel, with a strange feeling of having been dug in the chest by a finger. Wells 47 "What else can you be? Thomas Marvel, rubbing the back of his neck. Whizz came a flint, apparently out of the air, and missed Mr.
Marvel's shoulder by a hair's-breadth. 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 ricocheted from a bare toe into the ditch. 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. Marvel by way of reply struggled to his feet, and was immediately rolled over again. He lay quiet for a moment. Thomas Marvel, sitting up, taking his wounded toe in hand and fixing his eye on the third missile. Marvel, gasping with pain. That's what I want you to "Anyone could see that. There is no need for you to be so confounded impatient, mister. Give us a notion. How are you hid?
Befestigend, festsetzend, Befestigung, Fixierend, reparierend. Feuerstein, Kiesel, Kieselstein, Flint. Verwundet, angeschossen, wund, getroffen, verletzt, verwundete. That's the great point. And what I want you to understand is this--" "But whereabouts? Six yards in front of you. You'll be telling me next you're just thin air. I'm not one of your ignorant tramps--" "Yes, I am--thin air. You're looking through me. Ain't there any stuff to you. Vox et--what is it? It won't be so darn out-of-the-way like, then--Lord!
Marvel's face was astonishment. Not a bit of you visible--except--" He scrutinised the apparently empty space keenly. How the dooce is it done? Kaninchen, Karnickel, Hase, das Kaninchen. Wells 49 "It's too long a story. And besides--" "I tell you, the whole business fairly beats me," said Mr. 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--" "Lord! Marvel's expression was eloquent. This is the man for me. May I ask--How is it? And what you may be requiring in the way of help? I've left them long enough. 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.
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A voice out of heaven! Marvel blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were round. You have to be my helper. Help me--and I will do great things for you. An invisible man is a man of power. Marvel gave a yelp of terror at the touch. Marvel, edging away from the German betray: Rand, Einfassung, Kante, Grat, Saum. Schrecken, Schreck, Grauen, Entzetzen, Entsetzen. All I want to do is to help you--just tell me what I got to do. Whatever you want done, that I'm most willing to do. 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. 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 German amusements: Festlich, Fest, der Wichs, die Gala. 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 a small roundabout 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.
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 of the church, and directed his way to the "Coach and Horses. 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. Huxter heard voices from within the room and from the bar apprising the man of his error.
Brett, Planke, Tafel, Bohle. Wells 53 "That room's private! 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 glances up the yard altogether belied. 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. 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. 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 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. Marvel first came into view of Mr. At that precise moment 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. Habseligkeiten, Eigentum, Habe, Besitz. Untersuchend, Erforschend, ausforschend, forschend. It's all cypher, Bunting. Now the Greek I thought 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.
Then he took the volume Cuss handed him in a leisurely manner. And then something did happen.
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The door opened suddenly. Both gentlemen started violently, looked round, and were relieved to see a sporadically rosy face beneath a furry silk hat. And "Please shut that door," said Mr. Aussetzung, Belichtung, Exposition, Aufdeckung, Standardionendosis. A nautical term, referring to his getting back out of the room, I suppose.
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It quite made me jump--the door opening like that. Bunting smiled as if he had not jumped. I cannot of course believe in this absurd invisibility story--" "It's incredible," said Cuss--"incredible. But the fact remains that I saw--I certainly saw right down his sleeve--" "But did you--are you sure? Suppose a mirror, for instance-- hallucinations are so easily produced. I don't know if you have ever seen a really good conjuror--" "I won't argue again," said Cuss. And just now there's these books--Ah! 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. Kinn, das Kinn, Kinnbacken.
Seufzen, Seufzer, Gier, Sucht. Wells 57 "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. 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? If I let you go will you promise not to try any nonsense and do what I tell you? 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. I can see it's gone. Now, just at present, though the days are quite warm enough for an invisible man to run about stark, the evenings are quite chilly. I want clothing--and other accommodation; and I must also have those three books.
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. Hall took things in slowly but surely. He and Teddy approached the door together, with intent faces. Whiffs of an unpleasant chemical odour met them, and there was a muffled sound of conversation, very rapid and subdued.
Wells 59 The muttered conversation ceased abruptly, for a moment silence, then the conversation was resumed, in hissing whispers, then a sharp cry of "No! The Vicar's voice answered with a curious jerking intonation: The conversation was rapid and subdued. Bunting, his voice rising; "I tell you, sir, I will not. Cuss, I s'pose," said Hall. The sounds within indistinct and perplexing. Hall appeared behind the bar. Hall made gestures of silence and invitation. Schnell, rasch, geschwind, hurtig, Schnelle, Stromschnelle. She raised her voice. So Hall and Henfrey, rather crestfallen, tiptoed back to the bar, gesticulating to explain to her.
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. Everyone stood listening intently. 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.
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 someone whisk round the corner towards the 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. Henfrey stopped to discover this, but Hall and the two labourers from the Tap rushed at once to the corner, 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 German astonished: Wells 61 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. 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 toward the corner. 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. And every stitch of the Vicar's clothes! 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 German absurdly: Ausbreitung, strecken aus, strecke aus, sich ausstrecken, breitet aus, breitest aus, breiten aus, ausstrecken, streckt aus, ausbreiten, breite aus. 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. 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. Bunting was standing in the window engaged in an attempt to clothe himself in the hearth-rug and a West Surrey Gazette.
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. You must figure the street full of running figures, of doors slamming and fights for hiding-places. You must figure the tumult suddenly striking on the unstable equilibrium of old Fletcher's planks and two chairs--with cataclysmic results. You must figure an appalled couple caught dismally in a swing. Wells 63 then the whole tumultuous rush has passed and the Iping street with its gauds and flags is deserted save for the still raging unseen, and littered with cocoanuts, overthrown canvas screens, and the scattered stock in trade of a sweetstuff stall.
Everywhere there is a sound of closing shutters and shoving bolts, and the only visible humanity is an occasional flitting eye under a raised eyebrow in the corner of a window pane. He it must have been who cut the telegraph wire to Adderdean just beyond Higgins' cottage on the Adderdean road.
And after that, as his peculiar qualities allowed, he passed out of human perceptions altogether, and he was neither heard, seen, nor felt in Iping any more. But it was the best part of two hours before any human being ventured out again into the desolation of Iping street. II 71; Vasmer 2, ;. II ; Vasmer 2, f. II 69, Trautmann ;. Arelica Gardasee , eig. A i -root plei-k- in lit. Litana silva , Litano-briga ; mir. Fladen, Kuh-fladen , norw.
Franck van Wijk ; aksl. Flaus , Flausch ; mhd. II 93, Trautmann f. Plauties , with umbr. II 85, Wissmann Nom. II 84, Trautmann f. In ending still strittig is ap. II 77, Schwyzer Gr. Futter of Kleides , Futteral ;. II 72, Trautmann , f. With -o- suffix; got. II , f. Frigg etc, and got. L Veneris dies day of the planet Venus whence Fr. I , Trautmann II 89, Meillet Esquisse 2 Old Indian pula- , pulaka- m. Liebert Nominalsuffix - ti - II 83, Trautmann ; compare georg. II , Trautmann II , Jokl Stud. Kollektivsuffix -rad in air. II , Loth RC. II , Trautmann f. Falk-Torp ; compare reub- under reu II , , f.
Old Indian rai - m. II , Trautmann , Vasmer 2, f. PN Roto-magus Rouen ; kelt. GN Redon , Rodon. Rauch , is ein previously proto idg. II , Wissmann Nom. Old Indian ravi- m. II , , , f. II , Trautmann , Kluge-Goetze 16 PN Raptus , ags. The old laryngeal has been preserved in alb. PN Harsus , bask. II , Specht KZ 66, 26 f. PN Salicilla ; ahd. PN Saldae Pannonien , thrak. FlN Sabis Belgien ;. Related to Sabath in Jewish tradition? This is erroneous etymology. Latin presserved the rudeiment of the -dor suffix, otherwise lat. Denominativa auf -aigim cymr.
It seems that through alb. FlN Salon ; lat. II , Krahe BzNf. II , , WH. II , Krahe IF. Clearly Old Indian ved. The reason for that is that both Old Indian ved. The only tongues which preserved the ancient initial s - are actually truncated alb. It is detrimental for alb. Cognates for the sun in alb. That means that gr.