The daylight, the trailing glory of the sun, went streaming out of the sky, was drawn aside like some luminous curtain, and at last I looked into the blue gulf of immensity which the sunshine hides, and saw the floating hosts of the stars.
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The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells
It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.
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The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells
An animal may be ferocious and cunning enough, but it takes a real man to tell a lie.
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The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells
"The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature."
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The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells
"That is the only way I ever heard of true research going. I asked a question, devised some method of obtaining an answer, and got a fresh question. Was this possible or that possible? You cannot imagine what this means to an investigator, what an intellectual passion grows upon him! You cannot imagine the strange, colourless delight of these intellectual desires!"
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The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells
It was worse than anything. Mrs. Hall, standing open-mouthed and horror-struck, shrieked at what she saw, and made for the door of the house. Everyone began to move. They were prepared for scars, disfigurements, tangible horrors, but nothing! The bandages and false hair flew across the passage into the bar, making a hobbledehoy jump to avoid them. Everyone tumbled on everyone else down the steps. For the man who stood there shouting some incoherent explanation, was a solid gesticulating figure up to the coat-collar of him, and thennothingness, no visible thing at all!
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The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells
Great and strange ideas transcending experience often have less effect upon men and women than smaller, more tangible considerations.
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The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells
Everyone seemed eager to talk at once, and the result was Babel.
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The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells
In the middle of the night she woke up dreaming of huge white heads like turnips, that came trailing after her, at the end of interminable necks, and with vast black eyes. But being a sensible woman, she subdued her terrors and turned over and went to sleep again.
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The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells
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 from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand.
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The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells