-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Герберт Уеллс
-
- Человек-невидимка
-
- Стр. 36/117
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
But
if
you
betray
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
you
fail
to
do
as
I
direct
you
--
"
He
paused
and
tapped
Mr.
Marvel
's
shoulder
smartly
.
Mr.
Marvel
gave
a
yelp
of
terror
at
the
touch
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
betray
you
,
"
said
Mr.
Marvel
,
edging
away
from
the
direction
of
the
fingers
.
"
Do
n't
you
go
a-thinking
that
,
whatever
you
do
.
All
I
want
to
do
is
to
help
you
--
just
tell
me
what
I
got
to
do
.
(
Lord
!
)
Whatever
you
want
done
,
that
I
'm
most
willing
to
do
.
"
After
the
first
gusty
panic
had
spent
itself
Iping
became
argumentative
.
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
.
"
Great
and
strange
ideas
transcending
experience
often
have
less
effect
upon
men
and
women
than
smaller
,
more
tangible
considerations
.
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
and
played
games
under
the
noisy
guidance
of
the
curate
and
the
Misses
Cuss
and
Sackbut
.
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
[
rope
?
]
,
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
adolescents
,
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
.
About
four
o'clock
a
stranger
entered
the
village
from
the
direction
of
the
downs
.
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
.
"
Among
others
old
Fletcher
remembers
seeing
him
,
and
indeed
the
old
gentleman
was
so
struck
by
his
peculiar
agitation
that
he
inadvertently
allowed
a
quantity
of
whitewash
to
run
down
the
brush
into
the
sleeve
of
his
coat
while
regarding
him
.
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
.
Mr.
Huxter
heard
voices
from
within
the
room
and
from
the
bar
apprising
the
man
of
his
error
.
"
That
room
's
private
!
"
said
Hall
,
and
the
stranger
shut
the
door
clumsily
and
went
into
the
bar
.
In
the
course
of
a
few
minutes
he
reappeared
,
wiping
his
lips
with
the
back
of
his
hand
with
an
air
of
quiet
satisfaction
that
somehow
impressed
Mr.
Huxter
as
assumed
.
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
.
All
this
Mr.
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
.
Forthwith
Mr.
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
.
"
Stop
,
thief
!
"
cried
Huxter
,
and
set
off
after
him
.
Mr.
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
bawled
,
"
Stop
!
"
again
.
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
.
