The Invisible Man
them. They 're sound enough, of course. But a gentleman on tramp sees such a thundering lot of his boots. And if you'll believe me, I 've raised nothing in the whole blessed county, try as I would, but THEM. Look at 'em! And a good county for boots, too, in a general way. But it 's just my promiscuous luck. I 've got my boots in this county ten years or more. And then they treat you like this."
"It 's a beast of a county," said the voice. "And pigs for people."
"Ain't it?" said Mr. Thomas Marvel. "Lord! But them boots! It beats it."
He turned his head over his shoulder to the right, to look at the boots of his interlocutor with a view to comparisons, and lo! where the boots of his interlocutor should have been were neither legs nor boots. He turned his head over his shoulder to the left, and there also were neither legs nor boots. He was irradiated by the dawn of a great amazement. "Where are yer?" said Mr. Thomas Marvel over his shoulder and coming on all fours. He saw a stretch of empty downs with the wind swaying the remote green-pointed lurze bushes.
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