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The Invisible Man Loses His Temper
Mr.Buntingwasstandinginthewindowengagedinanattempttoclothehimselfinthehearth-rugandaWestSurreyGazette. "Who'scoming?"hesaid,sostartledthathiscostumenarrowlyescapeddisintegration.
"InvisibleMan,"saidCuss,andrushedontothewindow. "We'dbetterclearoutfromhere!He'sfightingmad!Mad!"
Inanothermomenthewasoutintheyard.
"Goodheavens!"saidMr.Bunting,hesitatingbetweentwohorriblealternatives. Heheardafrightfulstruggleinthepassageoftheinn,andhisdecisionwasmade. Heclamberedoutofthewindow,adjustedhiscostumehastily,andfledupthevillageasfastashisfatlittlelegswouldcarryhim.
FromthemomentwhentheInvisibleManscreamedwithrageandMr.Buntingmadehismemorableflightupthevillage,itbecameimpossibletogiveaconsecutiveaccountofaffairsinIping. PossiblytheInvisibleMan'soriginalintentionwassimplytocoverMarvel'sretreatwiththeclothesandbooks. Buthistemper,atnotimeverygood,seemstohavegonecompletelyatsomechanceblow,andforthwithhesettosmitingandoverthrowing,forthemeresatisfactionofhurting.
Youmustfigurethestreetfullofrunningfigures,ofdoorsslammingandfightsforhiding-places. YoumustfigurethetumultsuddenlystrikingontheunstableequilibriumofoldFletcher'splanksandtwochairs—withcataclysmicresults. Youmustfigureanappalledcouplecaughtdismallyinaswing. AndthenthewholetumultuousrushhaspassedandtheIpingstreetwithitsgaudsandflagsisdesertedsaveforthestillragingunseen,andlitteredwithcocoanuts,overthrowncanvasscreens,andthescatteredstockintradeofasweetstuffstall.
