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blessed turning, that was all! How the devil was I to know the
blessed turning? As it is, I've been knocked about--"
"
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 I to do?" asked Marvel, 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 slackened.
"
Go on!" said the Voice.
Mr. Marvel's face assumed a greyish tint between the ruddier
patches.
"
Don't drop those books, stupid," said the Voice, sharply--overtaking
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