Человек-невидимка

           "Chump,"saidMr.Marvel. 

           "Oneminute,"saidtheVoice,penetratingly,tremulouswithself-control. 

           "Well?"saidMr.ThomasMarvel,withastrangefeelingofhavingbeenduginthechestbyafinger. 

           "YouthinkI'mjustimagination?Justimagination?" 

           "Whatelsecanyoube?"saidMr.ThomasMarvel,rubbingthebackofhisneck. 

           "Verywell,"saidtheVoice,inatoneofrelief."ThenI'mgoingtothrowflintsatyoutillyouthinkdifferently." 

           "Butwhereareyer?" 

           TheVoicemadenoanswer.Whizzcameaflint,apparentlyoutoftheair,andmissedMr.Marvel'sshoulderbyahair's-breadth. Mr.Marvel,turning,sawaflintjerkupintotheair,traceacomplicatedpath,hangforamoment,andthenflingathisfeetwithalmostinvisiblerapidity. Hewastooamazedtododge. Whizzitcame,andricochettedfromabaretoeintotheditch. Mr.ThomasMarveljumpedafootandhowledaloud. Thenhestartedtorun,trippedoveranunseenobstacle,andcameheadoverheelsintoasittingposition. 

           "Now,"saidtheVoice,asathirdstonecurvedupwardandhungintheairabovethetramp."AmIimagination?" 

           Mr.Marvelbywayofreplystruggledtohisfeet,andwasimmediatelyrolledoveragain. Helayquietforamoment. "Ifyoustruggleanymore,"saidtheVoice,"Ishallthrowtheflintatyourhead."