Человек-невидимка
At the House in Great Portland Street
Istoppedthegasengine,feltforandstrokedthebeast,whichwasstillinsensible,andthen,beingtired,leftitsleepingontheinvisiblepillowandwenttobed. Ifoundithardtosleep. Ilayawakethinkingweakaimlessstuff,goingovertheexperimentoverandoveragain,ordreamingfeverishlyofthingsgrowingmistyandvanishingaboutme,untileverything,thegroundIstoodon,vanished,andsoIcametothatsicklyfallingnightmareonegets. Abouttwo,thecatbeganmiaowingabouttheroom. Itriedtohushitbytalkingtoit,andthenIdecidedtoturnitout. IremembertheshockIhadwhenstrikingalight—therewerejusttheroundeyesshininggreen—andnothingroundthem. Iwouldhavegivenitmilk,butIhadn'tany. Itwouldn'tbequiet,itjustsatdownandmiaowedatthedoor. Itriedtocatchit,withanideaofputtingitoutofthewindow,butitwouldn'tbecaught,itvanished. Thenitbeganmiaowingindifferentpartsoftheroom. AtlastIopenedthewindowandmadeabustle. Isupposeitwentoutatlast.Ineversawanymoreofit.
"Then—Heavenknowswhy—Ifellthinkingofmyfather'sfuneralagain,andthedismalwindyhillside,untilthedayhadcome. Ifoundsleepingwashopeless,and,lockingmydoorafterme,wanderedoutintothemorningstreets."
"Youdon'tmeantosaythere'saninvisiblecatatlarge!"saidKemp.
"Ifithasn'tbeenkilled,"saidtheInvisibleMan."Whynot?"
"Whynot?"saidKemp."Ididn'tmeantointerrupt."
