Человек-невидимка

           "It'shorrible!"saidKemp."Howonearth—?" 

           "It'shorribleenough.ButI'mwoundedandinpain,andtired... GreatGod!Kemp,youareaman.Takeitsteady. Givemesomefoodanddrink,andletmesitdownhere." 

           Kempstaredatthebandageasitmovedacrosstheroom,thensawabasketchairdraggedacrossthefloorandcometorestnearthebed. Itcreaked,andtheseatwasdepressedthequarterofaninchorso. Herubbedhiseyesandfelthisneckagain. "Thisbeatsghosts,"hesaid,andlaughedstupidly. 

           "That'sbetter.ThankHeaven,you'regettingsensible!" 

           "Orsilly,"saidKemp,andknuckledhiseyes. 

           "Givemesomewhiskey.I'mneardead." 

           "Itdidn'tfeelso.Whereareyou?IfIgetupshallIrunintoyou?There!allright.Whiskey?Here.WhereshallIgiveittoyou?" 

           ThechaircreakedandKempfelttheglassdrawnawayfromhim. Heletgobyaneffort;hisinstinctwasallagainstit. Itcametorestpoisedtwentyinchesabovethefrontedgeoftheseatofthechair. Hestaredatitininfiniteperplexity. "Thisis—thismustbe—hypnotism.Youhavesuggestedyouareinvisible." 

           "Nonsense,"saidtheVoice. 

           "It'sfrantic." 

           "Listentome."