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"
That
's
better
.
Thank
Heaven
,
you
're
getting
sensible
!
"
"
Or
silly
,
"
said
Kemp
,
and
knuckled
his
eyes
.
"
Give
me
some
whiskey
.
I
'm
near
dead
.
"
"
It
did
n't
feel
so
.
Where
are
you
?
If
I
get
up
shall
I
run
into
you
?
There
!
all
right
.
Whiskey
?
Here
.
Where
shall
I
give
it
to
you
?
"
The
chair
creaked
and
Kemp
felt
the
glass
drawn
away
from
him
.
He
let
go
by
an
effort
;
his
instinct
was
all
against
it
.
It
came
to
rest
poised
twenty
inches
above
the
front
edge
of
the
seat
of
the
chair
.
He
stared
at
it
in
infinite
perplexity
.
"
This
is
--
this
must
be
--
hypnotism
.
You
have
suggested
you
are
invisible
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
the
Voice
.
"
It
's
frantic
.
"
"
Listen
to
me
.
"
"
I
demonstrated
conclusively
this
morning
,
"
began
Kemp
,
"
that
invisibility
--
"
"
Never
mind
what
you
've
demonstrated
!
--
I
'm
starving
,
"
said
the
Voice
,
"
and
the
night
is
chilly
to
a
man
without
clothes
.
"
