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H.G. Wells

H.G. Wells

Short stories : A Vision of Judgment by H.G. Wells

A Vision of Judgment by H.G. Wells I. Bru-a-a-a. I listened, not understanding. Wa-ra-ra-ra. “Good Lord!” said I, still only half awake. “What an infernal shindy!” Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ta-ra-rra-ra. “It’s enough,” said I, “to wake—-” and stopped short. Where was I? …

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Short stories : Filmer by H.G. Wells

Filmer by H.G. Wells In truth the mastery of flying was the work of thousands of men– this man a suggestion and that an experiment, until at last only one vigorous intellectual effort was needed to finish the work. But …

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Short stories : Mr. Brisher’s Treasure by H.G. Wells

Mr. Brisher’s Treasure by H.G. Wells “You can’t be too careful who you marry,” said Mr. Brisher, and pulled thoughtfully with a fat-wristed hand at the lank moustache that hides his want of chin. “That’s why–” I ventured. “Yes,” said …

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Short stories : Mr. Ledbetter’s Vacation by H.G. Wells

  Mr. Ledbetter’s Vacation by H.G. Wells My friend, Mr. Ledbetter, is a round-faced little man, whose natural mildness of eye is gigantically exaggerated when you catch the beam through his glasses, and whose deep, deliberate voice irritates irritable people. …

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Short stories : The Cone by H.G. Wells

  The Cone by H.G. Wells The night was hot and overcast, the sky red, rimmed with the lingering sunset of mid-summer. They sat at the open window, trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs …

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Short stories : The Crystal Egg by H.G. Wells

The Crystal Egg by H.G. Wells There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of “C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities,” was inscribed. The …

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Short stories : The Diamond Maker by H.G. Wells

The Diamond Maker by H.G. Wells Some business had detained me in Chancery Lane nine in the evening, and thereafter, having some inkling of a headache, I was disinclined either for entertainment or further work. So much of the sky …

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Short stories : The Empire of the Ants by H.G. Wells

The Empire of the Ants by H.G. Wells When Captain Gerilleau received instructions to take his new gunboat, the _Benjamin Constant,_ to Badama on the Batemo arm of the Guaramadema and there assist the inhabitants against a plague of ants, …

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Short stories : The Flying Man by H.G. Wells

The Flying Man by H.G. Wells THE Ethnologist looked at the bhimraj feather thoughtfully. “They seemed loth to part with it,” he said. “It is sacred to the Chiefs,” said the lieutenant; “just as yellow silk, you know, is sacred …

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Short stories : The Magic Shop by H.G. Wells

The Magic Shop by H.G. Wells I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects, magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, the material …

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