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The Invisible Man (1897) blends comedy and tragedy in its story of a scientist who discovers a way to make himself invisible. His inability to reverse the process leads to a radical disconnection from society—and eventually from his own sanity. Arriving in a town where no one knows him, disguised in bandages and dark glasses, the invisible man is driven to violent and criminal extremes before his secret is revealed. This prescient parable of the dark side of scientific progress demonstrates H. G. Wells’s signature gift for dramatizing humanity’s grandest possibilities and darkest fears.
 
“I personally consider the greatest of English living writers [to be] H. G. Wells.” —Upton Sinclair
CHAPTER 1

THE STRANGE MAN'S ARRIVAL

THE STRANGER came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.

Mrs. Hall lit the fire and left him there while she went to prepare him a meal with her own hands. A guest to stop at Iping in the wintertime was an unheard-of piece of luck, let alone a guest who was no "haggler," and she was resolved to show herself worthy of her good fortune. As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie, her lymphatic aid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost eclat. Although the fire was burning up briskly, she was surprised to see that her visitor still wore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling snow in the yard. His gloved hands were clasped behind him, and he seemed to be lost in thought. She noticed that the melted snow that still sprinkled his shoulders dropped upon her carpet. "Can I take your hat and coat, sir," she said, "and give them a good dry in the kitchen?"

"No," he said without turning.

She was not sure she had heard him, and was about to repeat her question.

He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder. "I prefer to keep them on," he said with emphasis, and she noticed that he wore big blue spectacles with sidelights, and had a bushy side-whisker over his coat-collar that completely hid his cheeks and face.

"Very well, sir," she said. "As you like. In a bit the room will be warmer."

He made no answer, and had turned his face away from her again, and Mrs. Hall, feeling that her conversational advances were ill-timed, laid the rest of the table things in a quick staccato and whisked out of the room. When she returned he was still standing there, like a man of stone, his back hunched, his collar turned up, his dripping hat-brim turned down, hiding his face and ears completely. She put down the eggs and bacon with considerable emphasis, and called rather than said to him, "Your lunch is served, sir."

"Thank you," he said at the same time, and did not stir until she was closing the door. Then he swung round and approached the table with a certain eager quickness.

As she went behind the bar to the kitchen she heard a sound repeated at regular intervals. Chirk, chirk, chirk, it went, the sound of a spoon being rapidly whisked round a basin. "That girl!" she said. "There! I clean forgot it. It's her being so long!" And while she herself finished mixing the mustard, she gave Millie a few verbal stabs for her excessive slowness. She had cooked the ham and eggs, laid the table, and done everything, while Millie (help indeed!) had only succeeded in delaying the mustard. And him a new guest and wanting to stay! Then she filled the mustard pot, and, putting it with a certain stateliness upon a gold and black tea-tray, carried it into the parlour.

She rapped and entered promptly. As she did so her visitor moved quickly, so that she got but a glimpse of a white object disappearing behind the table. It would seem he was picking something from the floor. She rapped the mustard pot on the table, and then she noticed the overcoat and hat had been taken off and put over a chair in front of the fire, and a pair of wet boots threatened rust to her steel fender. She went to these things resolutely. "I suppose I may have them to dry now," she said in a voice that brooked no denial.

"Leave the hat," said her visitor, in a muffled voice, and turning she saw he had raised his head and was sitting and looking at her.

For a moment she stood gaping at him, too surprised to speak.

He held a white cloth--it was a serviette he had brought with him--over the lower part of his face, so that his mouth and jaws were completely hidden, and that was the reason for his muffled voice. But it was not that which startled Mrs. Hall. It was the fact that all his forehead above his blue glasses was covered by a white bandage, and that another covered his ears, leaving not a scrap of his face exposed excepting only his pink, peaked nose. It was bright, pink, and shiny just as it had been at first. He wore a dark-brown velvet jacket with a high, black, linen-lined collar turned up about his neck. The thick black hair, escaping as it could below and between the cross bandages, projected in curious tails and horns, giving him the strangest appearance conceivable. This muffled and bandaged head was so unlike what she had anticipated, that for a moment she was rigid.

He did not remove the serviette, but remained holding it, as she saw now, with a brown gloved hand, and regarding her with his inscrutable blue glasses. "Leave the hat," he said, speaking very distinctly through the white cloth.

Her nerves began to recover from the shock they had received. She placed the hat on the chair again by the fire. "I didn't know, sir," she began, "that--" and she stopped embarrassed.

"Thank you," he said drily, glancing from her to the door and then at her again.

"I'll have them nicely dried, sir, at once," she said, and carried his clothes out of the room. She glanced at his white-swathed head and blue goggles again as she was going out the door; but his napkin was still in front of his face. She shivered a little as she closed the door behind her, and her face was eloquent of her surprise and perplexity. "I never," she whispered. "There!" She went quite softly to the kitchen, and was too preoccupied to ask Millie what she was messing about with now, when she got there.

The visitor sat and listened to her retreating feet. He glanced inquiringly at the window before he removed his serviette, and resumed his meal. He took a mouthful, glanced suspiciously at the window, took another mouthful, then rose and, taking the serviette in his hand, walked across the room and pulled the blind down to the top of the white muslin that obscured the lower panes. This left the room in a twilight. This done, he returned with an easier air to the table and his meal.

"The poor soul's had an accident or an operation or something," said Mrs. Hall. "What a turn them bandages did give me, to be sure!"

She put on some more coal, unfolded the clotheshorse, and extended the traveller's coat upon this. "And they goggles! Why, he looked more like a divin'-helmet than a human man!" She hung his muffler on a corner of the horse. "And holding that handkercher over his mouth all the time. Talkin' through it! . . . Perhaps his mouth was hurt too--maybe."

She turned round, as one who suddenly remembers. "Bless my soul alive!" she said, going off at a tangent; "ain't you done them taters yet, Millie?"

When Mrs. Hall went to clear away the stranger's lunch, her idea that his mouth must also have been cut or disfigured in the accident she supposed him to have suffered, was confirmed, for he was smoking a pipe, and all the time that she was in the room he never loosened the silk muffler he had wrapped round the lower part of his face to put the mouthpiece to his lips. Yet it was not forgetfulness, for she saw he glanced at it as it smouldered out. He sat in the corner with his back to the window-blind and spoke now, having eaten and drunk and been comfortably warmed through, with less aggressive brevity than before. The reflection of the fire lent a kind of red animation to his big spectacles they had lacked hitherto.

"I have some luggage," he said, "at Bramblehurst station," and he asked her how he could have it sent. He bowed his bandaged head quite politely in acknowledgment of her explanation. "To-morrow!" he said. "There is no speedier delivery?" and seemed quite disappointed when she answered, "No." Was she quite sure? No man with a trap who would go over?

Mrs. Hall, nothing loath, answered his questions and developed a conversation. "It's a steep road by the down, sir," she said in answer to the question about a trap; and then, snatching at an opening said, "It was there a carriage was up-settled, a year ago and more. A gentleman killed, besides his coachman. Accidents, sir, happen in a moment, don't they?"

But the visitor was not to be drawn so easily. "They do," he said through his muffler, eyeing her quietly through his impenetrable glasses.

"But they take long enough to get well, sir, don't they? . . . There was my sister's son, Tom, jest cut his arm with a scythe, tumbled on it in the 'ayfield, and, bless me! he was three months tied up, sir. You'd hardly believe it. It's regular given me a dread of a scythe, sir."

"I can quite understand that," said the visitor.

"He was afraid, one time, that he'd have to have an op'ration--he was that bad, sir."

The visitor laughed abruptly, a bark of a laugh that he seemed to bite and kill in his mouth. "Was he?" he said.

"He was, sir. And no laughing matter to them as had the doing for him, as I had--my sister being took up with her little ones so much. There was bandages to do, sir, and bandages to undo. So that if I may make so bold as to say it, sir--"

"Will you get me some matches?" said the visitor, quite abruptly. "My pipe is out."

Mrs. Hall was pulled up suddenly. It was certainly rude of him, after telling him all she had done. She gasped at him for a moment, and remembered the two sovereigns. She went for the matches.

"Thanks," he said concisely, as she put them down, and turned his shoulder upon her and stared out of the window again. It was altogether too discouraging. Evidently he was sensitive on the topic of operations and bandages. She did not "make so bold as to say," however, after all. But his snubbing way had irritated her, and Millie had a hot time of it that afternoon.

The visitor remained in the parlour until four o'clock, without giving the ghost of an excuse for an intrusion. For the most part he was quite still during that time; it would seem he sat in the growing darkness smoking in the firelight, perhaps dozing.

Once or twice a curious listener might have heard him at the coals, and for the space of five minutes he was audible pacing the room. He seemed to be talking to himself. Then the armchair creaked as he sat down again.


CHAPTER 2

MR. TEDDY HENFREY'S FIRST IMPRESSIONS

AT FOUR o'clock, when it was fairly dark and Mrs. Hall was screwing up her courage to go in and ask her visitor if he would take some tea, Teddy Henfrey, the clock-jobber, came into the bar. "My sakes! Mrs. Hall," said he, "but this is terrible weather for thin boots!" The snow outside was falling faster.

Mrs. Hall agreed with him, and then noticed he had his bag, and hit upon a brilliant idea. "Now you're here, Mr. Teddy," said she, "I'd be glad if you'd give th' old clock in the parlour a bit of a look. 'T is going, and it strikes well and hearty; but the hour-hand won't do nuthin' but point at six."

And leading the way, she went across to the parlour door and rapped and entered.

Her visitor, she saw as she opened the door, was seated in the armchair before the fire, dozing it would seem, with his bandaged head drooping on one side. The only light in the room was the red glow from the fire--which lit his eyes like adverse railway signals, but left his down-cast face in darkness--and the scanty vestiges of the day that came in through the open door. Everything was ruddy, shadowy, and indistinct to her, the more so since she had just been lighting the bar lamp, and her eyes were dazzled. But for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open,--a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment: the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it. Then he stirred, started up in his chair, put up his hand. She opened the door wide, so that the room was lighter, and she saw him more clearly, with the muffler held to his face just as she had seen him hold the serviette before. The shadows, she fancied, had tricked her.

"Would you mind, sir, this man a-coming to look at the clock, sir?" she said, recovering from her momentary shock.

"Look at the clock?" he said, staring round in a drowsy manner, and speaking over his hand, and then, getting more fully awake, "certainly."

Mrs. Hall went away to get a lamp, and he rose and stretched himself. Then came the light, and Mr. Teddy Henfrey, entering, was confronted by this bandaged person. He was, he says, "taken aback."

"Good-afternoon," said the stranger, regarding him, as Mr. Henfrey says, with a vivid sense of the dark spectacles, "like a lobster."

"I hope," said Mr. Henfrey, "that it's no intrusion."

"None whatever," said the stranger. "Though, I understand," he said, turning to Mrs. Hall, "that this room is really to be mine for my own private use."
Copyright © 1983 by H.G. Wells. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
H.G. Wells was born in Bromley, Kent, in 1866. After an education repeatedly interrupted by his family’s financial problems, he eventually found work as a teacher at a succession of schools, where he began to write his first stories.
Wells became a prolific writer with a diverse output, of which the famous works are his science fiction novels. These are some of the earliest and most influential examples of the genre, and include classics such as The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds. Most of his books very well-received, and had a huge influence on many younger writers, including George Orwell and Isaac Asimov. Wells also wrote many popular non-fiction books, and used his writing to support the wide range of political and social causes in which he had an interest, although these became increasingly eccentric towards the end of his life.
Twice-married, Wells had many affairs, including a ten-year liaison with Rebecca West that produced a son. He died in London in 1946. View titles by H. G. Wells
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The Invisible Man (1897) blends comedy and tragedy in its story of a scientist who discovers a way to make himself invisible. His inability to reverse the process leads to a radical disconnection from society—and eventually from his own sanity. Arriving in a town where no one knows him, disguised in bandages and dark glasses, the invisible man is driven to violent and criminal extremes before his secret is revealed. This prescient parable of the dark side of scientific progress demonstrates H. G. Wells’s signature gift for dramatizing humanity’s grandest possibilities and darkest fears.
 
“I personally consider the greatest of English living writers [to be] H. G. Wells.” —Upton Sinclair

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CHAPTER 1

THE STRANGE MAN'S ARRIVAL

THE STRANGER came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.

Mrs. Hall lit the fire and left him there while she went to prepare him a meal with her own hands. A guest to stop at Iping in the wintertime was an unheard-of piece of luck, let alone a guest who was no "haggler," and she was resolved to show herself worthy of her good fortune. As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie, her lymphatic aid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost eclat. Although the fire was burning up briskly, she was surprised to see that her visitor still wore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling snow in the yard. His gloved hands were clasped behind him, and he seemed to be lost in thought. She noticed that the melted snow that still sprinkled his shoulders dropped upon her carpet. "Can I take your hat and coat, sir," she said, "and give them a good dry in the kitchen?"

"No," he said without turning.

She was not sure she had heard him, and was about to repeat her question.

He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder. "I prefer to keep them on," he said with emphasis, and she noticed that he wore big blue spectacles with sidelights, and had a bushy side-whisker over his coat-collar that completely hid his cheeks and face.

"Very well, sir," she said. "As you like. In a bit the room will be warmer."

He made no answer, and had turned his face away from her again, and Mrs. Hall, feeling that her conversational advances were ill-timed, laid the rest of the table things in a quick staccato and whisked out of the room. When she returned he was still standing there, like a man of stone, his back hunched, his collar turned up, his dripping hat-brim turned down, hiding his face and ears completely. She put down the eggs and bacon with considerable emphasis, and called rather than said to him, "Your lunch is served, sir."

"Thank you," he said at the same time, and did not stir until she was closing the door. Then he swung round and approached the table with a certain eager quickness.

As she went behind the bar to the kitchen she heard a sound repeated at regular intervals. Chirk, chirk, chirk, it went, the sound of a spoon being rapidly whisked round a basin. "That girl!" she said. "There! I clean forgot it. It's her being so long!" And while she herself finished mixing the mustard, she gave Millie a few verbal stabs for her excessive slowness. She had cooked the ham and eggs, laid the table, and done everything, while Millie (help indeed!) had only succeeded in delaying the mustard. And him a new guest and wanting to stay! Then she filled the mustard pot, and, putting it with a certain stateliness upon a gold and black tea-tray, carried it into the parlour.

She rapped and entered promptly. As she did so her visitor moved quickly, so that she got but a glimpse of a white object disappearing behind the table. It would seem he was picking something from the floor. She rapped the mustard pot on the table, and then she noticed the overcoat and hat had been taken off and put over a chair in front of the fire, and a pair of wet boots threatened rust to her steel fender. She went to these things resolutely. "I suppose I may have them to dry now," she said in a voice that brooked no denial.

"Leave the hat," said her visitor, in a muffled voice, and turning she saw he had raised his head and was sitting and looking at her.

For a moment she stood gaping at him, too surprised to speak.

He held a white cloth--it was a serviette he had brought with him--over the lower part of his face, so that his mouth and jaws were completely hidden, and that was the reason for his muffled voice. But it was not that which startled Mrs. Hall. It was the fact that all his forehead above his blue glasses was covered by a white bandage, and that another covered his ears, leaving not a scrap of his face exposed excepting only his pink, peaked nose. It was bright, pink, and shiny just as it had been at first. He wore a dark-brown velvet jacket with a high, black, linen-lined collar turned up about his neck. The thick black hair, escaping as it could below and between the cross bandages, projected in curious tails and horns, giving him the strangest appearance conceivable. This muffled and bandaged head was so unlike what she had anticipated, that for a moment she was rigid.

He did not remove the serviette, but remained holding it, as she saw now, with a brown gloved hand, and regarding her with his inscrutable blue glasses. "Leave the hat," he said, speaking very distinctly through the white cloth.

Her nerves began to recover from the shock they had received. She placed the hat on the chair again by the fire. "I didn't know, sir," she began, "that--" and she stopped embarrassed.

"Thank you," he said drily, glancing from her to the door and then at her again.

"I'll have them nicely dried, sir, at once," she said, and carried his clothes out of the room. She glanced at his white-swathed head and blue goggles again as she was going out the door; but his napkin was still in front of his face. She shivered a little as she closed the door behind her, and her face was eloquent of her surprise and perplexity. "I never," she whispered. "There!" She went quite softly to the kitchen, and was too preoccupied to ask Millie what she was messing about with now, when she got there.

The visitor sat and listened to her retreating feet. He glanced inquiringly at the window before he removed his serviette, and resumed his meal. He took a mouthful, glanced suspiciously at the window, took another mouthful, then rose and, taking the serviette in his hand, walked across the room and pulled the blind down to the top of the white muslin that obscured the lower panes. This left the room in a twilight. This done, he returned with an easier air to the table and his meal.

"The poor soul's had an accident or an operation or something," said Mrs. Hall. "What a turn them bandages did give me, to be sure!"

She put on some more coal, unfolded the clotheshorse, and extended the traveller's coat upon this. "And they goggles! Why, he looked more like a divin'-helmet than a human man!" She hung his muffler on a corner of the horse. "And holding that handkercher over his mouth all the time. Talkin' through it! . . . Perhaps his mouth was hurt too--maybe."

She turned round, as one who suddenly remembers. "Bless my soul alive!" she said, going off at a tangent; "ain't you done them taters yet, Millie?"

When Mrs. Hall went to clear away the stranger's lunch, her idea that his mouth must also have been cut or disfigured in the accident she supposed him to have suffered, was confirmed, for he was smoking a pipe, and all the time that she was in the room he never loosened the silk muffler he had wrapped round the lower part of his face to put the mouthpiece to his lips. Yet it was not forgetfulness, for she saw he glanced at it as it smouldered out. He sat in the corner with his back to the window-blind and spoke now, having eaten and drunk and been comfortably warmed through, with less aggressive brevity than before. The reflection of the fire lent a kind of red animation to his big spectacles they had lacked hitherto.

"I have some luggage," he said, "at Bramblehurst station," and he asked her how he could have it sent. He bowed his bandaged head quite politely in acknowledgment of her explanation. "To-morrow!" he said. "There is no speedier delivery?" and seemed quite disappointed when she answered, "No." Was she quite sure? No man with a trap who would go over?

Mrs. Hall, nothing loath, answered his questions and developed a conversation. "It's a steep road by the down, sir," she said in answer to the question about a trap; and then, snatching at an opening said, "It was there a carriage was up-settled, a year ago and more. A gentleman killed, besides his coachman. Accidents, sir, happen in a moment, don't they?"

But the visitor was not to be drawn so easily. "They do," he said through his muffler, eyeing her quietly through his impenetrable glasses.

"But they take long enough to get well, sir, don't they? . . . There was my sister's son, Tom, jest cut his arm with a scythe, tumbled on it in the 'ayfield, and, bless me! he was three months tied up, sir. You'd hardly believe it. It's regular given me a dread of a scythe, sir."

"I can quite understand that," said the visitor.

"He was afraid, one time, that he'd have to have an op'ration--he was that bad, sir."

The visitor laughed abruptly, a bark of a laugh that he seemed to bite and kill in his mouth. "Was he?" he said.

"He was, sir. And no laughing matter to them as had the doing for him, as I had--my sister being took up with her little ones so much. There was bandages to do, sir, and bandages to undo. So that if I may make so bold as to say it, sir--"

"Will you get me some matches?" said the visitor, quite abruptly. "My pipe is out."

Mrs. Hall was pulled up suddenly. It was certainly rude of him, after telling him all she had done. She gasped at him for a moment, and remembered the two sovereigns. She went for the matches.

"Thanks," he said concisely, as she put them down, and turned his shoulder upon her and stared out of the window again. It was altogether too discouraging. Evidently he was sensitive on the topic of operations and bandages. She did not "make so bold as to say," however, after all. But his snubbing way had irritated her, and Millie had a hot time of it that afternoon.

The visitor remained in the parlour until four o'clock, without giving the ghost of an excuse for an intrusion. For the most part he was quite still during that time; it would seem he sat in the growing darkness smoking in the firelight, perhaps dozing.

Once or twice a curious listener might have heard him at the coals, and for the space of five minutes he was audible pacing the room. He seemed to be talking to himself. Then the armchair creaked as he sat down again.


CHAPTER 2

MR. TEDDY HENFREY'S FIRST IMPRESSIONS

AT FOUR o'clock, when it was fairly dark and Mrs. Hall was screwing up her courage to go in and ask her visitor if he would take some tea, Teddy Henfrey, the clock-jobber, came into the bar. "My sakes! Mrs. Hall," said he, "but this is terrible weather for thin boots!" The snow outside was falling faster.

Mrs. Hall agreed with him, and then noticed he had his bag, and hit upon a brilliant idea. "Now you're here, Mr. Teddy," said she, "I'd be glad if you'd give th' old clock in the parlour a bit of a look. 'T is going, and it strikes well and hearty; but the hour-hand won't do nuthin' but point at six."

And leading the way, she went across to the parlour door and rapped and entered.

Her visitor, she saw as she opened the door, was seated in the armchair before the fire, dozing it would seem, with his bandaged head drooping on one side. The only light in the room was the red glow from the fire--which lit his eyes like adverse railway signals, but left his down-cast face in darkness--and the scanty vestiges of the day that came in through the open door. Everything was ruddy, shadowy, and indistinct to her, the more so since she had just been lighting the bar lamp, and her eyes were dazzled. But for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open,--a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment: the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it. Then he stirred, started up in his chair, put up his hand. She opened the door wide, so that the room was lighter, and she saw him more clearly, with the muffler held to his face just as she had seen him hold the serviette before. The shadows, she fancied, had tricked her.

"Would you mind, sir, this man a-coming to look at the clock, sir?" she said, recovering from her momentary shock.

"Look at the clock?" he said, staring round in a drowsy manner, and speaking over his hand, and then, getting more fully awake, "certainly."

Mrs. Hall went away to get a lamp, and he rose and stretched himself. Then came the light, and Mr. Teddy Henfrey, entering, was confronted by this bandaged person. He was, he says, "taken aback."

"Good-afternoon," said the stranger, regarding him, as Mr. Henfrey says, with a vivid sense of the dark spectacles, "like a lobster."

"I hope," said Mr. Henfrey, "that it's no intrusion."

"None whatever," said the stranger. "Though, I understand," he said, turning to Mrs. Hall, "that this room is really to be mine for my own private use."
Copyright © 1983 by H.G. Wells. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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H.G. Wells was born in Bromley, Kent, in 1866. After an education repeatedly interrupted by his family’s financial problems, he eventually found work as a teacher at a succession of schools, where he began to write his first stories.
Wells became a prolific writer with a diverse output, of which the famous works are his science fiction novels. These are some of the earliest and most influential examples of the genre, and include classics such as The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds. Most of his books very well-received, and had a huge influence on many younger writers, including George Orwell and Isaac Asimov. Wells also wrote many popular non-fiction books, and used his writing to support the wide range of political and social causes in which he had an interest, although these became increasingly eccentric towards the end of his life.
Twice-married, Wells had many affairs, including a ten-year liaison with Rebecca West that produced a son. He died in London in 1946. View titles by H. G. Wells

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    Nov 06, 2018
  • The Rights of Man
    The Rights of Man
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    $14.00 US
    Paperback
    Vintage
    Mar 21, 2017
  • The Time Machine
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    978-0-525-43235-7
    $12.00 US
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    Vintage
    Mar 21, 2017
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
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    978-0-451-47070-6
    $5.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Nov 04, 2014
  • The Island of Dr. Moreau
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    978-0-451-46866-6
    $4.95 US
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    Jun 03, 2014
  • The Time Machine
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    978-0-307-81448-7
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    Mar 28, 2012
  • The Invisible Man
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    978-0-451-53167-4
    $5.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Oct 05, 2010
  • The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds
    The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds
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    H. G. Wells
    978-0-307-59384-9
    $28.00 US
    Hardcover
    Everyman's Library
    Aug 03, 2010
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
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    978-1-101-45792-4
    Ebook
    Penguin Books
    Jun 24, 2010
  • The Country of the Blind and Other Stories
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    978-0-14-144198-6
    $18.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Dec 18, 2007
  • Tono-Bungay
    Tono-Bungay
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    978-0-307-43282-7
    Ebook
    Modern Library
    Dec 18, 2007
  • When the Sleeper Wakes
    When the Sleeper Wakes
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-307-43287-2
    Ebook
    Modern Library
    Dec 18, 2007
  • The Time Machine / The Invisible Man
    The Time Machine / The Invisible Man
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    978-0-451-53070-7
    $6.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Oct 02, 2007
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    The War of the Worlds
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    978-0-451-53065-3
    $5.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Sep 04, 2007
  • A Short History of the World
    A Short History of the World
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    978-0-14-144182-5
    $18.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Jul 31, 2007
  • The Sleeper Awakes
    The Sleeper Awakes
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    978-0-14-144106-1
    $17.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Apr 25, 2006
  • The History of Mr Polly
    The History of Mr Polly
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    978-0-14-144107-8
    $14.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Dec 27, 2005
  • The Invisible Man
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    978-0-14-143998-3
    $11.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Sep 27, 2005
  • The Island of Dr Moreau
    The Island of Dr Moreau
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    978-0-14-144102-3
    $12.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Jun 28, 2005
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
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    978-0-14-143997-6
    $11.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    May 31, 2005
  • The War of the Worlds
    The War of the Worlds
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    978-0-14-144103-0
    $11.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    May 04, 2005
  • Selected Stories of H. G. Wells
    Selected Stories of H. G. Wells
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    978-0-8129-7075-3
    $18.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Jul 13, 2004
  • The First Men in the Moon
    The First Men in the Moon
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    978-0-8129-6831-6
    $12.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Jun 10, 2003
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
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    978-0-375-76118-8
    $10.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Nov 12, 2002
  • The Invisible Man
    The Invisible Man
    A Grotesque Romance
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-8129-6645-9
    $8.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Nov 12, 2002
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    H. G. Wells
    978-1-101-09931-5
    Ebook
    Signet
    Oct 01, 2002
  • The Island of Dr. Moreau
    The Island of Dr. Moreau
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-375-76096-9
    $8.95 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    May 14, 2002
  • The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds
    The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds
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    H. G. Wells
    978-0-449-30043-5
    $8.99 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Del Rey
    Apr 12, 1986
  • The War of the Worlds
    The War of the Worlds
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-525-56416-4
    $9.00 US
    Paperback
    Vintage
    Nov 06, 2018
  • The Rights of Man
    The Rights of Man
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-525-43234-0
    $14.00 US
    Paperback
    Vintage
    Mar 21, 2017
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-525-43235-7
    $12.00 US
    Paperback
    Vintage
    Mar 21, 2017
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-451-47070-6
    $5.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Nov 04, 2014
  • The Island of Dr. Moreau
    The Island of Dr. Moreau
    H. G. Wells, Dr. John L. Flynn
    978-0-451-46866-6
    $4.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Jun 03, 2014
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    H. G. Wells, John Edens
    978-0-307-81448-7
    Ebook
    Random House Books for Young Readers
    Mar 28, 2012
  • The Invisible Man
    The Invisible Man
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-451-53167-4
    $5.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Oct 05, 2010
  • The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds
    The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds
    Introduction by Margaret Drabble
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-307-59384-9
    $28.00 US
    Hardcover
    Everyman's Library
    Aug 03, 2010
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
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    H. G. Wells
    978-1-101-45792-4
    Ebook
    Penguin Books
    Jun 24, 2010
  • The Country of the Blind and Other Stories
    The Country of the Blind and Other Stories
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-144198-6
    $18.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Dec 18, 2007
  • Tono-Bungay
    Tono-Bungay
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-307-43282-7
    Ebook
    Modern Library
    Dec 18, 2007
  • When the Sleeper Wakes
    When the Sleeper Wakes
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-307-43287-2
    Ebook
    Modern Library
    Dec 18, 2007
  • The Time Machine / The Invisible Man
    The Time Machine / The Invisible Man
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-451-53070-7
    $6.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Oct 02, 2007
  • The War of the Worlds
    The War of the Worlds
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-451-53065-3
    $5.95 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Signet
    Sep 04, 2007
  • A Short History of the World
    A Short History of the World
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-144182-5
    $18.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Jul 31, 2007
  • The Sleeper Awakes
    The Sleeper Awakes
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-144106-1
    $17.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Apr 25, 2006
  • The History of Mr Polly
    The History of Mr Polly
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-144107-8
    $14.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Dec 27, 2005
  • The Invisible Man
    The Invisible Man
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-143998-3
    $11.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Sep 27, 2005
  • The Island of Dr Moreau
    The Island of Dr Moreau
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-144102-3
    $12.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    Jun 28, 2005
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-143997-6
    $11.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    May 31, 2005
  • The War of the Worlds
    The War of the Worlds
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-14-144103-0
    $11.00 US
    Paperback
    Penguin Classics
    May 04, 2005
  • Selected Stories of H. G. Wells
    Selected Stories of H. G. Wells
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-8129-7075-3
    $18.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Jul 13, 2004
  • The First Men in the Moon
    The First Men in the Moon
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-8129-6831-6
    $12.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Jun 10, 2003
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    An Invention
    H. G. Wells, W.A. Dwiggins
    978-0-375-76118-8
    $10.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Nov 12, 2002
  • The Invisible Man
    The Invisible Man
    A Grotesque Romance
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-8129-6645-9
    $8.00 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    Nov 12, 2002
  • The Time Machine
    The Time Machine
    H. G. Wells
    978-1-101-09931-5
    Ebook
    Signet
    Oct 01, 2002
  • The Island of Dr. Moreau
    The Island of Dr. Moreau
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-375-76096-9
    $8.95 US
    Paperback
    Modern Library
    May 14, 2002
  • The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds
    The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds
    Two Novels in One Volume
    H. G. Wells
    978-0-449-30043-5
    $8.99 US
    Mass Market Paperback
    Del Rey
    Apr 12, 1986
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