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"
I
did
n't
try
to
give
you
the
slip
,
"
said
Marvel
,
in
a
voice
that
was
not
far
remote
from
tears
.
"
I
swear
I
did
n't
.
I
did
n't
know
the
blessed
turning
,
that
was
all
!
How
the
devil
was
I
to
know
the
blessed
turning
?
As
it
is
,
I
've
been
knocked
about
--
"
"
You
'll
get
knocked
about
a
great
deal
more
if
you
do
n't
mind
,
"
said
the
Voice
,
and
Mr.
Marvel
abruptly
became
silent
.
He
blew
out
his
cheeks
,
and
his
eyes
were
eloquent
of
despair
.
"
It
's
bad
enough
to
let
these
floundering
yokels
explode
my
little
secret
,
without
your
cutting
off
with
my
books
.
It
's
lucky
for
some
of
them
they
cut
and
ran
when
they
did
!
Here
am
I
...
No
one
knew
I
was
invisible
!
And
now
what
am
I
to
do
?
"
"
What
am
I
to
do
?
"
asked
Marvel
,
sotto
voce
.
"
It
's
all
about
.
It
will
be
in
the
papers
!
Everybody
will
be
looking
for
me
;
everyone
on
their
guard
--
"
The
Voice
broke
off
into
vivid
curses
and
ceased
.
The
despair
of
Mr.
Marvel
's
face
deepened
,
and
his
pace
slackened
.
"
Go
on
!
"
said
the
Voice
.
Mr.
Marvel
's
face
assumed
a
greyish
tint
between
the
ruddier
patches
.
"
Do
n't
drop
those
books
,
stupid
,
"
said
the
Voice
,
sharply
--
overtaking
him
.
"
The
fact
is
,
"
said
the
Voice
,
"
I
shall
have
to
make
use
of
you
...
You
're
a
poor
tool
,
but
I
must
.
"
