cheque-book, my luggage and underclothing, order a quantity of

chemicals to work out this idea of mine--I will show you the

calculations as soon as I get my books--and then I started. Jove!

I remember the snowstorm now, and the accursed bother it was to

keep the snow from damping my pasteboard nose."

"At the end," said Kemp, "the day before yesterday, when they found

you out, you rather--to judge by the papers--"

I did. Rather. Did I kill that fool of a constable?"

No," said Kemp. "He's expected to recover."

That's his luck, then. I clean lost my temper, the fools! Why

couldn't they leave me alone? And that grocer lout?"

"There are no deaths expected," said Kemp.

"I don't know about that tramp of mine," said the Invisible Man,

with an unpleasant laugh.

"By Heaven, Kemp, you don't know what rage is! ... To have worked

for years, to have planned and plotted, and then to get some

fumbling purblind idiot messing across your course! ... Every

conceivable sort of silly creature that has ever been created has

been sent to cross me.

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The Invisible Man