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"
But
whereabouts
?
"
interrupted
Mr.
Marvel
.
"
Here
!
Six
yards
in
front
of
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
!
I
ai
n't
blind
.
You
'll
be
telling
me
next
you
're
just
thin
air
.
I
'm
not
one
of
your
ignorant
tramps
--
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
--
thin
air
.
You
're
looking
through
me
.
"
"
What
!
Ai
n't
there
any
stuff
to
you
.
Vox
et
--
what
is
it
?
--
jabber
.
Is
it
that
?
"
"
I
am
just
a
human
being
--
solid
,
needing
food
and
drink
,
needing
covering
too
--
But
I
'm
invisible
.
You
see
?
Invisible
.
Simple
idea
.
Invisible
.
"
"
What
,
real
like
?
"
"
Yes
,
real
.
"
"
Let
's
have
a
hand
of
you
,
"
said
Marvel
,
"
if
you
are
real
.
It
wo
n't
be
so
darn
out-of-the-way
like
,
then
--
Lord
!
"
he
said
,
"
how
you
made
me
jump
!
--
gripping
me
like
that
!
"
He
felt
the
hand
that
had
closed
round
his
wrist
with
his
disengaged
fingers
,
and
his
fingers
went
timorously
up
the
arm
,
patted
a
muscular
chest
,
and
explored
a
bearded
face
.
Marvel
's
face
was
astonishment
.
