single page item is a reproduction of the first page of H.G.
Wellss classic story, The Invisible Man. It makes for
a terrific piece to frame and decorate a study or bedroom!
page is standard 8.5" x 11" in size and has been
hand antiqued via our own unique paper aging process to achieve
a look you wont find anywhere else.
actual page contains the following text (though please note
that the formatting and font will be different as viewed on
this page see photo for exact formatting and look!):
1 The Strange Mans Arrival
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. 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, 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 couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up
his quarters in the inn.
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 maid,
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
melting snow that still sprinkled his shoulders dripped upon
her carpet. Can I take your hat and coat, sir?
she said, and give them a good dry in the
antiqued paper is delicately laced with a subtle hint of gold
in the creases creating an almost magical look. (Although
its difficult to catch with a camera, you can see in
the image below how the shimmering is caught in the light)
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