Mr. Thomas Marvel
"I came up behind you—hesitated—went on—"
Mr. Marvel's expression was eloquent.
"—then stopped. 'Here,' I said, 'is an out-cast like myself. This is the man for me.' So I turned back and came to you—you. And—"
"Lord!" said Mr. Marvel. "But I 'm all in a dizzy. May I ask—How is it? And what you may be requiring in the way of help?—Invisible!"
"I want you to help me get clothes—and shelter—and then, with other things. I 've left them long enough. If you won't—well! But you will—must."
"Look here," said Mr. Marvel. "I'm too flabbergasted. Don't knock me about any more. And leave me go. I must get steady a bit. And you 've pretty near broken my toe. It 's all so unreasonable. Empty downs, empty sky. Nothing visible for miles except the bosom of Nature. And then comes a voice. A voice out of heaven! And stones! And a fist—Lord!"
"Pull yourself together," said the voice, "for you have to do the job I 've chosen for you."
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