“‘Why!‘ said Huxter, suddenly, ‘that's not a man at all. It's just empty clothes. Look! You can see down his collar and the linings of his clothes. I could put my arm -‘
He extended his hand; it seemed to meet something in mid-air, and he drew it back with a sharp exclamation. ‘I wish you'd keep your fingers out of my eye,‘ said the aerial voice.”
#AnglophileApril | 28: #InvisibleTouch
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